Novels by Victoy Richman

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

New Beginnings: A Night of Connection, Culture, and Aviation Aspirations.Satish reached out to take Maria's hand, pulling her into his embrace. "You look incredible today," he whispered, his eyes full of admiration.Maria blushed slightly and smiled at him coyly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she whispered, "You clean up pretty nicely yourself."He chuckled and replied, "I had to look my best for you."They laughed softly and stood in the corner, lost in each other's gaze, the flicker of a mischievous spark in her eyes. They entered an annexe used as a storage space for decoration supplies. It was filled with clothes and various other items. When inside, Satish latched the entry. He turned to Maria, curiosity

Celebrating India-Brazil Relations at the Ethanol Plant Gala.The grand hall at the ethanol plant was a sight to behold, radiating an aura of grandeur and elegance. It was adorned with intricate decorations that seamlessly blended an India-Brazil theme, proudly displaying the flags of both nations alongside the company's logo. The hall was a hive of activity, with a bar counter in one corner and various food counters arranged in a buffet-style layout, adding to the event's grandeur.The esteemed guests, including high-ranking politicians from India and Brazil, prominent industry leaders, and renowned Bollywood celebrities, further elevated the ambience. Media personnel were busy capturing every moment, adding to the event's significance. Team Rachna's meticulous planning and executionensured that every detail, from the catering to the dec

A Gathering of Dreams, Unity, Opportunity, and the Spirit of Progress at the Inauguration of the Ethanol Plant.Observing the event keenly, Samson leaned toward Chris, his voice commanding awe, "Do you realise the sheer number of hours the Gulfstream has been flying ever since we arrived in India? It is overwhelming. Vipin and his team have been on their toes."Chris nodded knowingly, adding, "Oh, I get it. The film crews, politicians, and corporate honchos are always on the move. The pace here is something else. You could bring in ten more Gulfstreams, which would all work around the clock. That's the demand we're talking about."Samson agreed, emphasising, "Especially these last two days. This event has brought in a bunch of VIPs. Guess who ferried them here? Us, the Gulfstream."&nb

A Celebration of Unity and Progress, A Convergence of Nations, Visionary Leadership, and Show Business Glamour.The plan took shape as Savita and Rachna's team engaged in discussions. They had a young female child of the workers, a representative from the farmers' community, and the Brazilian Ambassador join Savita on the stage. Savita and her advisors decided that a diverse group would press the button together, symbolising unity and collaboration.The close relationship between Vinod, Rubi, and Savita has gained attention and respect from the Bollywood industry. Savita's political influence has elevated their status and potential impact.The inauguration day was joyous, with warm sunshine and a gentle breeze. The venue was decorated with flags from India and

The India-Brazil Ethanol Initiative, Uniting Nations for a Sustainable Future in Basti.Once unremarkable, the bustling city of Basti was now the centre of global attention. All eyes and ears were focused on this event, which was about to mark a significant milestone in the collaborative efforts between India and Brazil. The convergence of political leaders, business tycoons, and influential figures from both nations had turned Basti into a hub of activity.The day of the inauguration had finally arrived. The ethanol production factory, standing as a testament to innovation and collaboration between India and Brazil, was ready to begin its operations. The factory was a state-of-the-art facility that would produce ethanol from sugarcane. The ethanol would then be used to fuel vehicles, helping to reduce India's reli

Savita's camp office buzzed with activity in Basti, eager to welcome guests..Savita’s party workers and her team members rushed around, arranging chairs and tables, while others made last-minute calls. Today was a big day. Vinod and Rubi were expected and were due to arrive any minute. The atmosphere was Savita's professionalism and anticipation.The door swung open, and Vinod strode in, his attire casual yet radiating an unmistakable star quality. Right on his heels was Rubi, her presence equally captivating and charismatic. Savita, her face lit with a warm smile, blending the politician's charm with the host's hospitality, greeted them, draping a traditional shawl over each of their shoulders as a gesture of welcome and respect."Vinod ji, Rubi ji," she began, her voice fille