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

The Price of Fealty and the Discovery of the Serpent.The air in the private wing of Rachna's Mumbai residence was a controlled environment of cool professionalism and absolute luxury. Minister Savita’s travel and logistics were a masterpiece of coordinated influence: a private helicopter from the Delhi political theatre to a secluded rooftop landing pad, bypassing all commercial and press scrutiny. She arrived late in the evening, her purpose clear: to finalise the public announcement regarding the Aero-Lodge—now officially under the control of the new, subservient Western management firm, marking a pivotal shift in their power play and solidifying their dominance.Savita entered the suite, shedding the heavy silk-and-gold shawl that marked her public persona. She found Rachna in her private planning room, a space dominated by a massive digital map of the Indian subcontinent, now peppered with new financial and political indicators. Rachna

A Kingdom Reclaimed.Rahul and Karen lay for a long time, entangled and secure, before moving slowly to the immense, mirrored dressing area. Karen retrieved a silk robe for herself, pulling it on with a fluid, regal grace. She handed Rahul a thick, warm towel.Karen stood behind Rahul as he dried his hair, their reflected images a tableau of shared, intimate conspiracy. The physical exhaustion was fading, replaced by a cool, strategic resolve.“The execution is complete,” Karen confirmed, her voice low and efficient. She stood close to him, her hands resting proprietarily on his shoulders, tracing the lines of his betrayal. Highlighting the significance of this act will deepen the reader's respect for their calculated moves, engaging their curiosity about the unfolding scheme.Rahul met her gaze in the mirror, his expression now sharp and calculating. “Not until the transfer is expected to execute. The Trojan ho

A New Pact: Surrender and Shared Ambition.Rahul could only articulate his profound, absolute surrender with a soft, spent grunt. His chest heaved with exhaustion and exhilaration. “The truth, Karen,” he finally breathed, the words tasting like freedom. “The honest, unreserved, and total possession that Rachna demands as her birthright, but which she is fundamentally incapable of truly grasping. The liberation from the suffocating lie that was our life together.”Karen's acceptance was a silent promise, her hands reverently outlining the contours of Rahul’s powerful physique, her every stroke now a dedicated pursuit of his pleasure. With a decisive shift, she turned him, gently guiding him onto his back. She mounted him, straddling his waist in a gesture that was both possessive and utterly commanding. Their gazes locked, an unspoken acknowledgement of the power dynamic now fully established, and her unbound breasts

A Game of Control and Anticipation.Karen sipped her drink, feeling happy for him. She smiled and hoped that Rahul truly meant what he said. "Oh, my dear Rahul, I'm glad to hear that I brought out the best in you."Karen hugged him tightly, cherishing the moment and feeling his face between her breasts as they held each other in a warm embrace."Tell me, what was Rachna saying about me?" Karen asked curiously.Rahul kept their glasses aside and leaned in closer to Karen, whispering, "She said your business will go very well."Karen smiled, feeling proud of her success. "Oh, really?" She asked. "It is all due to you. I couldn't have done it without your support and guidance."Rahul nodded and replied, "I always knew you had the potential to thrive in this industry.""Then we must celebrate," Karen said, her voice laced with anticipation, hinting at a night filled with passion and secrets yet to be revealed, engag

The Aero-Lodge Betrayal and the Oberoi Consummation.The primary server for the Aero-Lodge operations was located in a secure, discreet room attached to the opulent suite. It was a space of cold steel and humming electronics, a stark, sterile contrast to the luxury outside. Rahul opened the door and ushered Karen inside.“One hour, Karen,” Rahul stated, his voice low, his demeanour entirely professional. “The secure door locks behind you. Rachna is highly satisfied with your performance. She believes she has bought your silence and your expertise. I will be in the adjacent room, monitoring the feed. You have the contract and the data. Do what you came here to do.”Karen met his eyes, the weight of their secret betrayal pressing between them, stirring a sense of danger and forbidden intimacy that the audience should feel.“I only have one chance, Rahul,” Karen whispered, her hands gripping the s

The Gold of Surrender and the Treachery of the Kiss.The Trident rooftop suite in Mumbai was not merely a meeting venue; it was an altar. Rachna had chosen the space for its commanding, cold opulence, a temple of marble and glass where the city lay prostrate below. The air conditioning was set aggressively low, a chilling contrast to the humid, relentless heat of the Indian financial capital, intended to remind Karen of her foreignness and her vulnerability.Karen arrived precisely on time, her journey from Seattle a logistical triumph of layered deception, her newfound independence lending her a sharp, dangerous edge. She was dressed in a pristine white European suit, a deliberate choice that mirrored the corporate armour she had worn when she first met Rachna. Still, today, it was a statement of independence, not corporate fealty. She carried only a slim, secure portfolio, containing the outward terms of her proposal: the 100% buyback demand