Novel-novel oleh 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

A Game of Seduction and Secrets: Rise of Rubi and Lloyd.With a soft, knowing smile, Rubi, with a tender pull that was both possessive and nurturing, guided his head deeper onto her breasts, nestling him against her, cradling him. Her fingers, still tingling with the echoes of their lovemaking, began to trace the powerful contours of his biceps. She felt the tense, still vibrating muscles beneath her fingertips, even as his mouth found her nipples, suckling softly.He said between gasps, his chest still heaving with the aftermath of their shared ecstasy, "This feels so right, I think. It's as if we've been making love like this forever, as if we were always meant to move together in this way.""I know I enjoyed that!" she gasped, her voice still a little breath

A Rendezvous: A Bollywood Star and a Politician's Secret Alliance.Rubi lay on the luxurious bed with Lloyd, the soft silk sheets a testament to Lloyd’s opulent suite, which they had chosen for their clandestine rendezvous. They were basking in the afterglow, still humming with residual energy, but their minds, ever restless, began to wander. They imagined the endless possibilities that awaited them on their passionate journey together, a journey that intertwined not just their desires but their ambitions.Their make-out session resumed, a symphony of soft moans and guttural grunts. Lloyd's hand, warm and assured, slipped under her, tracing the delicate curve of her spine before settling on the smooth expanse of her buttocks. He stroked her slowly, deliberately.

A Steamy Alliance of Politics and Entertainment.Lloyd's mind was a whirlwind of plans as their conversation drew close. He saw himself standing at the crossroads of politics and entertainment, wielding a power he had never imagined. The synergy between the aircraft deals, the film's publicity, and his political manoeuvres was clear. And Lloyd was ready to seize it all.Lloyd's curiosity was insatiable. "Who will play my role?" he asked with a playful smile, her political demeanour momentarily set aside. "How long will the portrayal be? And most importantly, how would he look?"Rubi was amused. "Even a minister succumbs to basic human desires," she chuckled, "in this case, the desire for publicity. That's the essence of show business, after all."

Rubi nervously adjusted her dress as she entered Lloyd's lavish suite with a confident stride..Rubi's eyes scanned the room for potential threats, her heart pounding with anticipation. Being alone with him in such an opulent setting sent shivers down her spine.She had been entrusted with the task of meeting the minister and discussing his campaign plans, a responsibility that demanded her utmost professionalism and charm. The opulence of the suite, with its rich tapestries and finest furniture, initially intimidated her. However, she knew Rachna had done her job well in looking after the VIP guests, and she was equally prepared to do hers.As the door closed, she saw Lloyd standing elegantly, waiting for her, and sipping a glass of whisky. He was wearing an e

A Transformative Partnership, Navigating Opportunities in Aviation for Sustainable Growth.Diana was impressed with how Rachna confidently started the conversation with Richard by showcasing her knowledge and expertise. She could sense the anticipation on the table as everyone eagerly awaited Richard's response, curious to know the extent of their capabilities. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, as Diana couldn't help but feel privileged to witness such a remarkable display of teamwork and professionalism. "Well," Richard replied with a smile, "our plant has a production capacity of approximately 100 aeroplanes per year. However, we are constantly striving to improve our processes and increase efficiency to meet the growing demand in the market." "Good." Rachna nodded approvingly, impressed by the impressive numbers and Richard's commitment to continuous improvement. Diana couldn't help but feel optimistic about the

A Pursuit of Community Engagement and International Collaboration..Savita was pleased to see Lloyd's enthusiasm and determination to expand his network of supporters. She knew that Rubi and Isabella's endorsement would be a valuable asset in his campaign, and she was confident that reaching out to them would be a wise decision.Isabella added, "Apart from campaigning, you will also be required to do some groundwork, which should be visible to the general public. This could include attending community events, hosting town hall meetings, and engaging with constituents through social media. Building a strong presence and showing that you are actively involved in the community will help gain trust and support from voters."Rubi chimed in, "And don't forget the importance of addressing local issues and concerns. People want to see that you are listening to their needs and working towards solutions.""Engaging with the community