Novels by Victoy Richman

The Inauguration of Trishna Aerotech, A Call to Action for India's Aviation Revolution.The inauguration of the Trishna Aerotech aircraft-producing plant in Nagpur was a mesmerising sight, adorned with decorations that paid homage to the realm of aviation. Aeroplanes soared across the walls in mid-flight, their wings casting shadows on the elegant drapes that adorned the windows. Clouds floated softly overhead, creating the illusion of an endless sky. And scattered among the stars that twinkled in the night were tiny replicas of spacecraft, as if they had been plucked from the heavens and brought down to Earth. The atmosphere was one of wonder and awe, a testament to the promoters’ deep-seated passion for aviation. The spectacle instilled a profound sense of inspiration and wonder in all who were privileged to witness it.A special gallery, set apart from the main event space,

A consuming reunion, Mahesh and Isabella make up for lost time..Without a word, Mahesh closed the distance between them, his hands finding their way to Isabella's waist and pulling her close. His hands roamed over her back and down to her hips. He could feel her body pressing against his and her breasts pushing against his chest. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.Isabella shivered in his embrace, a deep, involuntary tremor that spoke of more than just the cool air in the room. Her body, taut with years of unspoken desire, was a willing vessel, responding to the magnetic pull of his touch. Their lips met in a fierce, urgent, and profoundly passionate collision.She knew in that moment that she would never be able to resist him. Her fingers, trembling with a mix of anticipation and relief, wen

A Journey of Memory and Reunion at Rachna’s Gala.Adding to the excitement, the students of Rachna's aeronautical college, along with their alums and families, eagerly volunteered to manage the grand event. It was a momentous occasion for them, as many of the students had already secured apprenticeships at Bong's manufacturing plant. The event held the promise of even more job opportunities, further fueling their enthusiasm.Besides the grandeur and celebration, for many esteemed guests, the gala was a poignant reunion. Among them were Isabella and Mahesh, and as their eyes met across the crowd, emotions washed over them—a mix of nostalgia, thrill, and joy.They approached each other at a rapid pace, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They wer

Unity in Progress: Celebrating Collaborative Efforts in Aircraft Manufacturing and Community Empowerment.Rachna continued, “It's heartwarming to see the support from the local community. They are so invested in this project, and it shows in the way they are working. I can't thank you enough for everything you've done."Karen agreed, saying, “Indeed. The atmosphere here is charged with excitement and anticipation. I never imagined that this project would generate such a positive response.”Rachna said, "The preparations are truly impressive. I am astonished at how beautifully everything has come together."“I concur, Rachna,” Karen said. “The workers' enthusiasm and dedication are unparalleled. This event has far exceeded our expectations."

Exploring the Future of India's Aviation Industry**.Despite the exhaustion from their work at the site, the conversation turned to the exciting possibilities that lay ahead for their collaboration with the Indian team. With renewed energy and enthusiasm, Team Karen looked forward to the days ahead, eager to see what other wonders India had in store for them.As they enjoyed their meal, the team discussed the highlights of the day and eagerly anticipated what the rest of their trip had in store. Conversation flowed easily among the group, with everyone sharing their favourite moments from the day's tour.Karen said, "The aviation industry in India is experiencing significant growth, positioning the country to become one of the world's five largest markets."

A Journey of Collaboration and Discovery in India's Aviation Industry**.To Karen's delight, her contributions were well-received. Rachna, her team, and Savita showed genuine appreciation for her expertise and professional demeanour. As the site’s tour progressed, Karen realised her unique qualities and strengths complemented Rachna's.The scene at the Nagpur site symbolised the convergence of global aviation giants and India's burgeoning aviation industry. It was a moment filled with promise, ambition, and a shared vision for the future of aviation in the region.Karen's inferiority complex soon disappeared, and a newfound self-confidence took its place. She was aware that her value lay in her original contributions rather than just her capacity to

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