Novels by Victoy Richman

Vipin and Nadia share their feelings..When Nadia opened her eyes, she saw Vipin looking at her and noticed that she was reddening. Her blushing, feeling shy at that moment, was a lovely sight to behold. It was the shyness a girl feels naturally after being screwed thoroughly to orgasm and submitting herself entirely to him. He kissed her all over her face.Her eyes and face were glowing with contentment and satisfaction. She looked at him with love, devotion, and submission and said, "Oh! God, Vipin, you have shown me heaven. You have filled me fully."They lay side by side, cuddling, her face buried in his chest, his hands around her, until they gradually returned to normalcy. She tried to get up, a subtle shift of her weight, but a sharp ache shot through he

Vipin and Nadia Write a Tale of Love and Passion.Nadia and Vipin’s laughter echoed through the room, mingling with the sound of raindrops against the window, as their playful banter intertwined their hearts. Their banter, filled with laughter and good-natured jabs, only deepened their growing connection.The rainy weather outside created a cosy atmosphere. As the rain resumed pouring out, their playful banter took on a new tone, one that was laced with subtle flirtation.He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper. "You know, I wouldn't mind being stuck in the atmosphere with you. It would be the perfect excuse to explore every corner of your world." His fingers lightly brushed against her arm, sending shivers down her spine.She met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "Oh, really? And what exactly would you show me up there? I hope it's something worth the journey."A mischievous smile played on his lips as he leaned closer, their faces mere inche

A Tale of Friendship and Learning Amidst Nature's Fury.Nadia paused momentarily, allowing the information to sink in before continuing. "Additionally, pilots rely on their experience and the guidance of the onboard weather radar to identify areas of less severe turbulence. They might adjust the altitude or change their course slightly to find a smoother ride. It's all about keeping everyone comfortable and safe during the flight."As Nadia finished her explanation, the excitement in the air was palpable. Vipin, familiar with the intricacies of weather radar and turbulence procedures, had a newfound appreciation for their skill and expertise. And with that, their interaction continued.Their conversation seamlessly blended the technicalities of aviation with the thrill of experiencing nature's elements, making the learning process both informative and enjoyable on that pleasant afternoon in the institute's park.Vipin listened attentively; he asked, "How do you decide the best route

Captain Vipin's Journey from Gulfstream to Embraer 120-Seat Aircraft .Captain Vipin had just started his refresher course on the new Embraer 120-seat aircraft. He was excited to learn about its advanced features and capabilities, as he had previously flown the 14-seat Gulfstream aircraft.In the spacious classroom, Captain Nadia stood at the front, a projector screen displaying the sleek silhouette of the Embraer aircraft behind her. The room buzzed with anticipation as Captain Vipin and his fellow cadets eagerly leaned forward in their seats, ready to absorb every word. With her expertise evident in every gesture, Captain Nadia began her presentation, captivating the room with her extensive knowledge and passion for the aircraft. As she explained the special features, from the advanced avionics system to the improved fuel efficiency, the cadets hung on her every word, their eyes wide with curiosity.Nadia explained, "The Brazilian aerospace company Embraer produces a line of aeropl

A love story and a business collaboration.Lara and Roberts reluctantly untangled themselves from each other's embrace, and she stood up. Her legs wobbled slightly, and she laughed, feeling a delicious muscle ache. "You've left me weak in the knees, Roberts," she teased, her voice filled with satisfaction and admiration.Lara walked naked to the bathroom. Roberts watched her bare, bouncing hips moving in rhythm, provocatively in harmonious motion, and her flowing, cascading loose hair on her back.She returned from the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and a mischievous smile on her face. She hummed a tune that played in her head, hinting at the secrets she held within. "Let me fix some drinks," she said as she walked towards the pantry counter to grab a bottle of wine.

A night of passion and surrender..Lara settled onto Roberts' lap; she could feel the warmth of his body enveloping her. Their bodies moulded together effortlessly, like two puzzle pieces destined to fit perfectly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, while his hands instinctively found their place on her waist. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their mouths opening in sync, and the taste of whisky lingered on their tongues.Both, still holding their glasses, took a moment to savour the taste of the whisky on their tongues before setting them down on the nearby bedside table. The amber liquid had warmed them from the inside out, adding a touch of boldness to their already intense bond. They continued to explore each other's mouths; their occasional sips from the glasses served as a

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