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

Celebrating Success with Caution and Vision.Their conversation flowed, and Ana and George meticulously dissected the day's events. They recounted every detail, reliving the highs and lows and strategising their next moves, solidifying their dedication to the joint venture and shared aspiration for a brighter future.In that private space, Ana's disappointment and desire for George lingered. As was her way, she captivated him with her feminine allure. Her excitement only heightened her sensuality. George, recognising his need for her passion, soothed her impatience. He assured her that the right moment would come and urged her to be ready for something momentous.Her excitement about the day's successes hadn't waned. George observed Ana's transformation as she enthusiastically embraced traditional I

A Journey of Collaboration and Building International Bridges.As the day's events ended, George and Ana returned to their room at the guest house. They sat on the cosy couch, reminiscing about the grand inauguration they had just witnessed. The room was filled with wonder and excitement, and they could not contain their amazement at what they had experienced. "Ana, can you believe it?" George said, his eyes still reflecting the splendour of the day. "The crowd, the enthusiasm, the sheer magnitude of it all. It was nothing short of magical." Ana nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Absolutely, George. I have never seen anything like this before. The way Rachna and Ritu orchestrated everything was like watching a well-choreographed symphony. It was simply mesmerising." "I agree," George replied, his voice filled with admiration. "The way they managed to bring together people f

The Ethanol Dream: The Joint Venture of India and Brazil Blossoms in Basti.Team Rachna and Savita worked tirelessly to ensure that the inauguration ceremony of the India-Brazil joint venture for the ethanol plant would be a grand success. The sprawling twenty-acre plot, located near the bank of River Saryu in Basti, Uttar Pradesh, was abuzz with activity as volunteers and workers carried out the finishing touches under their supervision.The dais stage was the focal point of the event. It stood tall, adorned with elegant floral arrangements and the flags of both India and Brazil, symbolising the spirit of collaboration between the two nations. The stage was positioned strategically to provide the perfect backdrop for speeches and addresses by Savita, Rachna, George, VIPs, and dignitaries.The seati

Breakfast inA Delightful Gathering of Friends, Food, and Fresh Air.Others in the group shared their thoughts, considering their preferences. Some favoured the indoors, appreciating the comfort and convenience it offered. Ultimately, a consensus was reached, and the majority expressed their desire to have breakfast outdoors, embracing the serenity and beauty of the surroundings.With a smile, Jyoti said, "Alright, let's have breakfast outside then. I'll make the necessary arrangements for us to enjoy our meal amidst nature."The group eagerly followed Jyoti, ready to savour their breakfast outdoors, anticipating a delightful morning filled with good food, pleasant company, and the calming embrace of the natural envir

The Tapestry of Indo-Brazilian Threads of collaboration and shared dreams..Maria broke away momentarily, her imagination vividly painting a picture of the future. The possibilities seemed endless, a tapestry of vibrant hues woven together by the threads of collaboration and shared dreams. "Imagine the richness and diversity that such unions would bring," she continued, her voice filled with enthusiasm. Blending cultures, traditions, and perspectives would create a unique and vibrant tapestry. It would be a beautiful testament to the power of collaboration and the enduring connections forged through shared endeavours."Satish nodded thoughtfully, his mind echoing Maria's sentiments. He, too, envisioned a future where the partnership between India and Brazil extended beyond the realm of busin

A complete surrender.Satish held Maria's face in his palms, kissed her deeply, and whispered, "I promise to be your devoted servant, to fulfil every craving and fantasy that you desire. Let me be the vessel of your pleasure, guiding you to new heights of ecstasy and surrendering myself completely to your every whim."She smiled, her heart swelling with love and trust. "I believe in you," she whispered, surrendering to his touch.He began kissing her profoundly, from her lips to her breasts, stopping briefly to tease her nipples with his tongue before trailing down towards the ultimate destination of her desire, leaving a moist trail of his kisses.She felt a wave of pleasure as his hands lifted her skirt, and his palms held her buttocks firmly. She arched her back in anticipation, ready for the ecstasy that was about to come. Soon, he brought his fingers to the waistband of her skirt and slowly slid it down her stockinged leg