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Now... I know so many of you are waiting for an update. It's definitely overdue but I literally just landed home. I forgot when I posted my last message that I had a conference this weekend:/ So unfortunately I've had very little time to write. Hope to post Episode 36 of Secret Passion in the coming few days...
Till then, here's the opening...something to mull over...
ps. there are a TON of arshi scenes next chapter;)
Secret Passion by TINA! & Satina
Episode 36: Dinner and a Date
The woman’s eyes remained downcast as she knocked on the home’s mammoth oak door, casting furtive glances to the nearby alley. There was no one there, but she still had the uncanny suspicion that someone may be following her, perhaps Khushi or her volatile husband.
She frowned at the closed door, knocking a second time. This time, it opened--just a crack. A stocky, middle-aged man dressed in a pristine uniform peered at her with a look of distaste.
“Yes?” he all but sneered.
“I’m...I’m here to see him. He’s expecting me.”
“And you are?”
“Rita,” she breathed, drawing her coat closer. From the depths of the mansion, she could faintly hear a piano playing, the notes ringing out with a sharp eeriness. Though she was far from musically inclined, she recognized the tune.
The butler gave her a brief nod and closed the door. He was back within seconds, this time his demeanor one of detached formality rather than cold contempt. He held the door open and taking her gray pea coat, guided her inside the glass tiled foyer.
“This way, Nurse Rita.”
She followed him with no little amount of hesitation though there was no reason for it. She had done everything as requested. She’d followed every single instruction flawlessly.
The man who had made those requests and paid her heavily for it sat playing in a massive, dimly lit room, instruments surrounding him. Rita glimpsed a guitar, a set of drums and even a harp. The butler did not announce her presence as she’d expected, leaving her there with barely a second glance. Her mysterious employer remaining lost in his music, seemingly entranced and consumed by it. She cleared her throat, struggling with how to address him. She did not even know his name.