Novels by Victoy Richman

Tension and Temptation in Rekha and Gordon's Interaction.Rekha stepped out of the attached room, the simple silk gown clinging to her slender figure. A slow, knowing smile played on her lips as she approached Gordon, her movements deliberately languid.“Gordon, you can now sit normally,” she purred, her voice low and husky, gesturing toward the luxurious armchair.Gordon’s gaze lingered on her, taking in the way the light caught the sheen of the fabric. He was acutely aware, without needing confirmation, that she wore nothing underneath. The gown was less a covering and more a tantalising suggestion of the curves beneath.“So,” Gordon exclaimed, his voice slightly rougher than usual, &

A Lure of Vengeance in a Tangled Web of Emotion.Overcoming doubt washed over Gordon, a venomous question that poisoned his memories. "Then what was all of that?" he wondered aloud, the silence of the room swallowing his desperate whisper. "Was it all a lie? Was it all for absolutely nothing?" The terrifying thought took root and began to grow: "Was she faking it the entire time? Did she feel nothing?"Clutching his head, he couldn't shake the sickening realisation: he hadn't just lost a lover; he'd been fundamentally, cruelly played. Her intense pleasure now felt less like love and more like masterful deception. Little did Gordon know how Nadia had planned a revenge.Nadia knew Gordon would become angry and could retaliate if she revealed the real reason

A Corporate Retreat and a Reckoning.Nadia had always known that Gordon was a man of discernment and intellect, and his effusive compliment sent a thrill of fear coursing through her veins. She had astutely deciphered the hidden message woven into his words, sensing his yearning to share something more profound with her. Nadia was grateful for his attention but understood that she needed to handle this situation carefully and sensitively.Nadia's voice was soft as she responded, "It's okay, Gordon." Her words hung in the air, pregnant with hesitance. She recognised the potential for a deeper meaning, but she was also aware of the delicate balance that needed to be maintained. She didn't want to say anything that might cause him to shut down.Gordon's lips

An Unexpected Meeting of Passion, Empowerment, and Artistic Expression.Like an elegant hostess, Nadia gently touched Maria's arm and, with a captivating smile, subtly steered her towards the gathering's focal point: a cluster of guests deep in animated conversation."Maria, my dear, I would like to introduce you to Isabella," Nadia said, her soft, melodic contralto and sparkling eyes. Nadia extended a hand toward Isabella, who stood nearby, radiating a warm, inviting smile and an aura of refined confidence.As Maria and Isabella clasped hands, Maria's heart skipped with an involuntary flutter of recognition. An intense, overwhelming déjà vu struck, igniting a powerful kaleidoscope of long-forgotten fractured memories, pulling her back to a distant time and feeling."Is

A Extravaganza of Nadia's Night of Gratitude and New Beginnings.Nestled in the affluent neighbourhood of Cuiabá, Brazil, Nadia's home reflected her success. It was here that her life changed as she married Sonu. This marked the beginning of their shared path.As Nadia's celebration arrived, the sprawling lawns gleamed beneath the sun. She meticulously planned every detail. The setup remained modest, yet elegant, and her carefully selected guests—each one significant—would soon arrive, ready to be embraced by the warmth and inclusivity of the event.With Rachna and Gloria's support, Nadia expanded her social circle in Cuiabá. She gained valuable business connections. Among the guests were Isabella, Samson, Chris, and Linda from Team Ra

A Morning of Nadia and Sonu's New Beginning.When Nadia woke up in the morning, she felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. Aware of the day’s upcoming challenges, she took comfort in knowing she had unwavering support. Feeling gratitude for Sonu’s presence, she confidently faced the day, strengthened by their bond. She looked lovingly at him, noticing the peacefulness of his sleep.Nadia felt the urge to wake him up with her love. She whispered sweet words in his ear and revelled in their intimacy. Their bond was undeniable. Nadia anticipated the passionate moments that awaited them both. "Hey, handsome," she whispered with a mischievous smile. "I have a surprise for you."Nadia felt excitement as she imagined their time together and kis

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