Monday, November 23, 2015


I know many of you are expecting an update and you're right one is due 
but how can I be expected to concentrate on writing when we just got a new mini episode of IPKKND after 3 long years??!!
I will try to finish the next chapter of Secret Passion this week still
but it might be delayed with Arhi being back and thanksgiving coming up.

I'm sooo happy to see Arnav like this: calm, relaxed, reflective and very much in love. 
Next episode more of wifey I hope <3
*off to fangirl some more*
ps. some asked in their comments about details on these reunion episodes. Appartently it's 8 mini episodes that will be uploaded every Tues and Sat exclusively on HotStar showing Arhi 3 years later<3

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Secret Passion Ch 37 Teaser

Hi everyone,
First of all, to all readers in France, many of whom I know personally, I hope you and your family and friends are safe and unharmed. #prayersforparis
Thanks everyone for all the amazing feedback after the last chapter. So much unfolded and so much has happened in SP since Episode 1, but it amazes me that so many of you remember all the details and past events and are trying to piece it all together. You're right, there are clues sprinkled in from the start and it will all connect--eventually.
Teaser below is dedicated to my dear and very curious friend Tiffany--you know why:)
ps. Have you all seen the new arshi promo? <3 Can't stop watching it. So exciting!

Arnav slammed his palm against one of the stone pillars bordering Shantivan’s massive back gardens. “How can you not see it, Uncle? There’s a pattern to this. This keeps happening to me.”
The older man struggled to understand. “What keeps happening?”
“THIS!” Arnav cried, his eyes wild and rimmed with a bone-deep sense of loss. “I keep losing the people I care about...The people I love. One by one they’re taken from me and I can do nothing about it--absolutely nothing!”
Uncle kept silent as he forced him to sit down, releasing a deep sigh. “Arnav… I know better than anyone how much you have suffered and at such a young age too. Orphaned, sent to RITA, and now poor Anjali’s gone…I still cannot believe it. But son, all of this is simply a tragedy. A horrific tragedy. There is nothing you could have done to prevent it. Are you listening to me? Arnav, it’s not your fault. None of it is.”
But his godson seemed to not accept the truth of his words, his features appearing harsh in the dim light. “This is more than a tragedy...more than a coincidence… For the longest time, I thought maybe we, the Raizadas, were just cursed. Unlucky when it came to love and family. But these past few days have proven that it’s more than that. Di…” He winced. “Someone murdered her because she was close to me. Because I cared about her. I know it.”
“Stop now, Arnav. That is crazy talk and--” Realizing what he’d said, Uncle looked up startled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--”
“It’s okay,” Arnav said, his jaw clenched. “You can call me crazy, many have, but that doesn’t change my gut feeling on this. Someone is out there going after my loved ones. You can’t convince me otherwise, Uncle. I wish that cowardly son of a bitch would just confront me, but he or she goes after my family instead. Every single time. And that’s what scares me most,” he confided, his face lined with tension. “The only family I have left now is the person who means the world to me, whom I can’t live without… If anything happened to Khushi or the twins…” He closed his eyes, swallowing thickly.
Uncle laid a calming hand on his forearm. “Nothing will happen to them. We won’t allow it to. We’ll hire the best people out there to protect them.”
“I’ve done that already. I’ve done everything in my power to keep them safe but I still haven’t been able to get my hands on the person or persons behind this. Don’t you see, Uncle? Khushi has been in danger from the moment I stepped into her life. Before she met me there were no stalkers, no threats, no hints of violence in her life in Lucknow.”
Uncle knew him well enough to realize that arguing would be futile. His godson had made up his mind and there would be no changing it. “So what have you decided?”
Arnav stared out at the glimmering surface of the pool nearby--the pool where his wife had nearly lost her life. The memory cemented his plans. “I’m going to do what I should have done a year ago. I’m going to stop being selfish. Fact is Khushi is not safe with me. She won’t be as long as everyone knows how much I love her. I have walk away. I have to let her go. Forever.”
Uncle looked across at him, stricken. “What are you suggesting? You can’t live much less function without that girl and you’re thinking of casting her out of your life?”
“It’s the only way,” he insisted in a resolute tone. “The only way of keeping her safe.”
“She won’t allow it. She’ll fight for you, for your marriage.”
Running a hand through his hair, Arnav shuddered. He did not need to be reminded of Khushi’s strength and overwhelming love. He knew better than anyone how she would react. Uncle was right. His wife would not allow their marriage to fall apart so easily. She’d never understand or accept his reasoning. Never admit that she was safer without him than with him.
“When will you tell her?” Uncle asked with marked disapproval. “Tonight?”
Arnav shook his head. “Not tonight…In the morning…” Though Khushi did not yet realize it, tonight was their last night together and for these last remaining precious hours, he wanted for once no darkness to mar their lives. To lose himself in the fantasy of happily ever after…something he doubted he’d ever have now.
He felt as if he was being hurled back into the cold, dingy cell at RITA all over again, except it was much worse this time. Because without Khushi and their children, he’d be broken, as good as dead. Unlike before, he knew now what it meant to love, to lose yourself in a passion so tender, so brilliant that nothing could ever even begin to rival it. How the hell would he survive without his wife? How would he let her go? How, damn it, how?
He’d often told Khushi that it was them versus the world, that nothing and no one could tear them apart. And that was undoubtedly true. No one could separate them--except for themselves.

To be continued...
You will find out soon what Mrs. Raizada has to say for all of this;)

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Secret Passion Episode 36

Sorry about the delay, couple emergencies came up...But here it is. Finally!
I'll decide tomorrow if I'll be posting on IF or just here from now on.
Let me know what you all think!
I'll leave this post open for comments since current comment thread is pretty full.
ps. Reminder: this story is a mature romance for a reason. If you're looking just for fluff, well, this isn't it. There's healthy doses of dark, light, and of course passion;)

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Secret Passion Teaser

SP Teaser

First of all, huge shoutout and my personal thanks to:
Zyrah, Saki Mani, Arshi Alai, Radhika Sabnis, Aaliya, Scrap booker,, Momai, Ekta, Pinky, Brkn Angl, Neetu, Sarunian Hamesha, Kamala, Anu Reddy, Paramjeet, A, Suburban SoCal Girl, Ritzzii, ongongong, Kereen Bennet, Sara Sithambaram, Ghada Brahmi, Sida, Nivi, Farheen, Deepika Gidwani, Richelle, Slowsun93, angeldream14, loveandluck, Shipra Agarwal, orchids8888, Divya, Munazza, Amina and all the anonymous readers who left me messages <3
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.