Novels by Victoy Richman

Karen's Vision for Bong in India .Karen sat with her legs crossed, leaning back in her chair with a relaxed posture as she spoke. Her gown was loosely draped around her, the fabric billowing slightly in the breeze, revealing a view of her breasts through the plunging neckline. She wore a stylish hat and oversized sunglasses, exuding sophistication.Karen exuded confidence as her friends listened intently when she spoke about the company's struggles. They offered words of encouragement and support, and they shared their own experiences of overcoming challenges."I know what you're going through, Karen," said Carlos. "My company went through a similar crisis a few years ago. It was a difficult time, but we came out stronger in the end."Lara added, "It's important to remember that challenges are a part of business. What matters is how you respond to them. You're a strong leader, Karen, and I know you'll find a way to turn things around."Karen was grateful for her friends' support. S

A Return to India, Reuniting with Love Amid the Colours of Delhi.Rachna's first task was to choose a site for the manufacturing unit. Rachna identified several potential sites, all of which had good infrastructure and access to transportation. After careful consideration, they selected a 100-acre plot in Nagpur, Maharashtra, as the ideal location.With the site selected, Rachna, along with Gloria and Karen, began to finalise the terms of the agreement. They agreed that Bong would hold a majority stake in the joint venture, while Rachna would have a significant say in the company's management and operations.Rahul suggested purchasing an additional 100 acres of land, which sparked a new direction for Rachna's business strategy. During their intimate moments, Rachna shared the details of her negotiations with Bong with Rahul, including the proposed manufacturing unit. Rahul listened attentively and then offered a suggestion that would change the course of Rachna's business strategy.

A Return to India with Love Amongst the Colours of Delhi.The sleek Boeing 787 Dreamliner lifted off from the tarmac at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, and Rachna and Rahul settled into their luxurious business-class seats, eager to begin their journey back to India. The hum of the engines provided a soothing backdrop as they reflected on the successful conclusion of their meetings with Karen.Dressed in elegant business attire, in a skirt and shirt, Rachna exuded an aura of confidence and determination. Her sharp features and piercing eyes hinted at the unwavering resolve that had guided her throughout the project. Beside her, Rahul listened intently, offering occasional insights and observations.Rahul and Rachna were eagerly anticipating some much-needed rest after a long day of meetings. The lengthy flight from Seattle to New York to Delhi felt like a world away, and the thought of reuniting with their loved ones upon landing filled them with excitement.They settled into th

A Moment of Passion and a Phone Call in the Interim.Sonu was utterly captivated by the magnificent beauty of her unveiled breasts, which sent desire coursing through him. Trembling slightly, he reached out to gently cup their weight, then leaned in to kiss them with tender devotion.A soft moan of pleasure escaped Maria's throat. She urgently pulled his head towards hers. "Now," she whispered directly into his ear, her voice husky and demanding, "I want your cock deep inside me, Sonu."Sonu instantly complied, his face alight with eagerness. His eyes glittered with feral intensity as he pulled Maria tightly against his prominent erection, making her gasp. They fit together with astonishing, perfect congruence, a sensation that felt utterly destined. He slanted his head down, brushing his lips again

kissed her, inhaling the familiar, intoxicating scent of her breath. "I know," he said slowly. He held her tighter. "What else?" he asked in a hushed, eager tone, hungry to hear more of her raw, unfiltered thoughts.She hesitated for a beat, a wicked, exhilarating spark lighting up her eyes. "That you will ravage me," she said breathlessly. "That you will take me with a fierce, consuming hunger that leaves no doubt of your possession."He smiled and tilted her chin, meeting her gaze with fierce intensity, then sealed the moment with a passionate, deep kiss. His hands immediately began to roam, caressing her breasts, drawing circles on the velvety skin of her inner thigh, promising the fulfilment of her desire.He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, the moment heavy with renewed anticipation. "I love you, my precious one," he replied.Maria melted completely into his arms, felt completely loved, utterly desired, and perfectly safe within his embrace. They lay in each other's

Gossip of Liaison, Envisioning Love through Fashion and Fantasy.Maria became excited at Sonu's confession; her feelings of attraction grew stronger. She reached out and gently touched his arm. "I never knew you felt this way," she admitted, her voice filled with surprise and longing.Sonu's eyes locked with hers, vulnerability and desire reflecting in their depths. "Maria, you have no idea how much I want to be with you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper."Oh, Sonu, I've been feeling the same way," Maria replied, her voice filled with a new hope. "I've been drawn to you since the moment we met." She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "We should give this a chance and see where it takes us."Sonu smiled and gently took her hand, int

Maybe the storm was just a blessing, a sign of fate giving them a chance to work things out. Perhaps the universe finally agreed with her because she had never had a more evident sign. They had talked, and it had been a lot of talking. They considered all possibilities, positive and negative, and they decided what was best for them was to get back together despite all odds. She always saw many things, but when it came to herself, it was always unclear, just like her situation and the moment, but she vowed she would live her best life with those who mattered to her, no matter how short. The Yadav home knew she was safe, and she had sent a message informing them she was with Zayn and would be back once the storm was over, although that wasn't looking promising again. It was everything she wanted; for once, her thoughts and vision were clear. She saw peace and solitude, for her soul was at rest. Each time her mind diverted to Zayn Vendant, she saw a hint of darkness, sometimes blur. She

Everyone in town was shopping for the next three days and rushing home to avoid getting caught up in the storm predicted by the weather forecasters. It was expected to hit in four hours and last for three days. It was a big-time rush, but Zayn wasn't a part of it. He needed to get things cleared up with Isha. Myra was gone, and that was a good thing. He just needed to see her, and despite the advice from his closest friends, he couldn't wait for the storm out without her. He wasn't sure he would make it without her.He was informed that she was out when he got to the Yadav household. It was her day off, and she had gone out, as usual. Only some people knew where. He called her several times, and she didn't pick up. He was a confused man in Delhi.He drove back to the Yadav household and met with one of the helpers."You should go home; this storm will be here anytime." She said, picking different saree colours from the cloth line where they had been left to dry. She looked bored and ju

They caught her in the most vulnerable state. With the ninety-nine issues going on with Zayn, she didn’t expect another one on her desk, so as she realised she had been set up, she just gave up. There was no fight; she was wise enough to know that it was either the 78-carat crown or her life, and for such huge some, her attackers wouldn’t have to hold a conference to decide to kill her, so she just let them take everything that had meant the world to her.The memory stayed with her, and she remembered it as fresh as if it were happening now. She and her crew had been going to the Triumph Hall on East Lane for the Oscars ceremony. When asked to bring her crown, she knew it was a bad idea. Of course, she acknowledged that it was such a huge event that all eyes were on her. For it to be hosted in India, it would be a shame if she couldn’t witness it. In the same way, it would be disrespectful to her country for her to show up without her identity, the crown. Near home, she and Vivi sat b

It had been four days since her encounter with Myra, and Isha couldn't deny that she felt like the most stupid person on the planet. The funny part was she knew she had no right to be angry like the guy was in a relationship with someone else. Officially, he belonged to Myra, but then she couldn't get the picture of him being in bed with her. It disturbed her in ways she didn't expect.Her hurt was too much. It nearly crushed her, but she needed to keep moving, which she did. She stopped picking up his calls and just avoided him generally. She tried looking at the good side, like him not dying, which was good, right?As usual, the Yadavs had a get-together dinner, and it was something they frequently did, something to boost their political involvement and expand their territory. Today, she was to serve, and she tried as much as she could to keep calm when she saw Zayn seated among the VIPs. Of course, he had been invited; he was considered one of the most influential people in the coun

The plan was to go unnoticed and so she did just that. Myra was in joggers and a sports bra, with dark glasses to hide her identity. Her hair was tied in a small ponytail that bounced as she walked into the gym. She glanced around for a while and then saw Isha at the corner working the treadmill. She walked up to the receptionist and flashed a smile.“A month, please. What’s the cost?” she asked.“Rs 1000” the receptionist replied. “Name please.” She asked as she received cash from Myra and began filling out the registration form on the system.“Abitha Solan” she lied.Things had gone down with Zayn; she had recognized the name as soon as Zayn mentioned it, who could easily forget the girl at the engagement party? Zayn didn’t have an answer to the question she asked that night and he was a terrible liar so she immediately interpreted what was going on, and she wasn’t wrong. He had sat there all night while she went into the room and man had she cried, she was hurt and didn’t think she

Uptown Delhi was the most beautiful place in India, and as they held hands, taking photos, she could see all the possibilities she had always dreamed of coming to pass. They got to a serendipity restaurant called the unicorn sundae and were back in the streets, diverting into the little tracks leading to the lake.To both their surprise and satisfaction, the lake was empty. The water was a runoff of the downfall at the end of the city, and they knew it was safe. The government kept it clean.“Hold on!” Zayn shouted as he raced behind her, struggling to get through the shrubs that lay around.Isha giggled. “Keep up, CEO.” She yelled in return. As she got to the edge of the stream, she took off her oversized polo shirt, which was his actually, and the shorts she wore joined it. She did a twirl in her optional cloth state just before his arrival.He joined her, pulling away from his dress and walking to meet her. His hands circled her waist, and he pushed her to himself. She felt him hard