Novels by Victoy Richman

Vipin dated at Sonia, and he was enamoured with her charm. .With genuine admiration shining in his eyes, he held her face in his hands, his voice filled with sincerity and affection. "Sonia," he breathed, his voice laced with awe. "You look stunning tonight, my love. The way this gown hugs you and your hair cascades around your shoulders—you turn me on like no one else can. I am the luckiest man to have you by my side."Sonia blushed, feeling a rush of warmth and love fill her heart. She felt grateful for Vipin's genuine and heartfelt compliments, leaving no doubt in Sonia's mind about his adoration for her as he took her hand to his hardened cock and whispered, "Every time I see you, my desire for you grows stronger. You ignite a fire within me that cannot be extinguished."

A Proposal and the Promise of Forever.When Vipin reached the beautiful roadside motel Rachna had arranged for them earlier, he slowed his car down and turned into the parking lot. The neon sign flickered in the dusk, promising a comfortable night's rest and a chance to recharge.After arriving and checking in, Vipin and Sonia were grateful for Rachna's considerate road trip planning. Little did they realise that their stay at the quaint motel would create lasting memories and be the site for unforgettable experiences.Once inside their luxurious suite, Vipin made Sonia relax on the sofa, a tender smile gracing his lips. He felt excited and nervous. He had been wishing for this moment, meticulously crafting the perfect proposal. He wanted every detail to

A Journey of Love and Unspoken Truths.Vipin and Sonia’s car journeyed through the breathtaking landscapes surrounding Gorakhpur; they were greeted by a visual symphony of lush fields and roads that seemed to stretch into eternity. The monsoon season had graced the region, and its cool breeze, a refreshing contrast to the car's artificial chill, prompted Vipin to switch off the AC and lower the windows. The wind, playfully tousling their hair, carried the scent of damp earth and blooming flora with it. The tranquil ambience and the scenic vistas deeply immersed them in the romantic setting.Vipin felt proud to have such a beautiful and charming woman, his would-be life partner, by his side. The vibrant colours of the scenery outside mirrored the excitement they felt within. With each passing mile, Vi

Embracing Tradition and Celebration, Navigating Love and Family with Compassion and Understanding .When Vipin arrived, Rahul and Rachna exchanged a knowing look, acknowledging the importance of making him feel at ease, and welcomed him warmly.They understood the delicate nature of the situation and chose not to rush, allowing Vipin a moment to relax. A well-dressed female assistant efficiently seated Vipin and promptly served welcome drinks, creating a comfortable environment for the forthcoming discussion.When the conversation began, Vipin initially expected discussions related to business, particularly Rachna's globally recognised ethanol plant. So, he complimented the plant's success, to which Rahul and Rachna credited collaboration and teamwork. Vipin humbly downplayed his role, attribu

Rachna knew that her actions would reflect her commitment to fairness..Rachna was well aware about the people who had supported her in various ways, contributing to her success.Rachna and her team landed safely and punctually in Gorakhpur. Her original plan was to proceed directly to Basti's ethanol plant for routine business activities. However, after hearing Gloria's story and the complex web of emotions surrounding Vipin, Sonia, and Gloria, Rachna modified her schedule. She allowed her team to continue to Basti without her while she stayed back to address this situation and converse with Rahul, Vipin, and Gloria.Upon her arrival in Gorakhpur, while Vipin, Gloria, and the rest of the flight crew stayed on the tarmac to hand over the aircraft to the local g

On a beautiful evening in Delhi, Vipin and Gloria sat across from each other at a quaint little, dimly lit cafe, their hearts pounding with anticipation. As they sipped their drinks, Vipin nervously fumbled with his words, finally mustering the courage to ask Gloria the question that had been weighing on his mind for days.The atmosphere was filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty as they both wondered how to proceed. Vipin nervously presented his feelings to Gloria, and she found herself overwhelmed. His sincerity touched her heart, but she needed time to contemplate the weight of this unexpected proposal.She gathered her thoughts and responded, "Vipin, I appreciate your feelings, and I'm truly honoured by your words. But this is a lot to take in. Give me time. I'll think over it and let you know."Vipin nodded understandingly, a hint of relief washing over his features. He respected Gloria's need for space and time to make such a significa

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