THE PROMISE - Episode 9

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Shomaila stared at her phone for what seemed like eternity. She had been pacing the floor after reading Everest’s e-mail. Even prior to that, she had been missing him very much. She wondered if she should call him but her experience with Priyesh still haunted her. She decided against calling him. Let him call me instead, she concluded. She got on her computer and sent him a quick reply:

Dear Everest,

I have read your e-mail. Thank you for taking the time to contact me.  Have been thinking about everything you said. Honestly, there is some truth to it, but I guess I am still uncertain. Please give me some time to think it over. Hope you are doing well, anyway.

Chat with you soon!


She walked from one shop to another on Bond Street. She was not sure what she was looking for, but she knew she’d connect with it the moment she saw it. She was doing some shopping therapy to get over her turbulent experience of late. She picked up the skirt and examined it. Then, she placed it against her hip and looked at herself in the mirror. It seemed to fit but something was off even though she could not put her finger to it, so she placed it back on the rack and walked methodically down the aisle. A thorough search of the store, Debenhams left her exhausted. She decided to walk to Oxford Street to try the Debenhams there. As she turned left, she ran into an oncoming group. Someone grabbed her by the arm, and when she looked up, it was Everest. He was passing by when he saw her. He could not resist grabbing her. Without even thinking about it, he took her arm and when she looked up, his heart began to race. She looked even more beautiful than the last time.

“What are you doing here Everest?” She asked. She could not think of anything else to say. Her heart was racing too. “The last time I checked, this was a free street, so I guess I am allowed to be around here,” he teased. “Well, I was not expecting to see you,” she replied. “I am always expecting to see you. Each morning when I wake up, I pray and hope that I’d find you beside me.” “That is very kind of you to say.” “That is the truth, actually. I was going to try to visit you this weekend and I thought I should pick up something from your favorite store, Debenhams. Well, that is why I am here.” “Are you saying that because you met me here?” “I wish you could see through my heart. I was going to buy you a skirt.” “Really? I already looked, but I could not find what I wanted.” “I am not sure you checked the new section in the lowest ground. Just let me show you. I saw this skirt online and they told me that they have it in store. I am perfectly sure that you’d love it.” “And if we go there and it is not there, or you actually find it and I don’t like it?” “I am sure you’d love it. If you don’t like it, then, you buy me sushi at the Japanese restaurant across the street and if you do like it, you’d still buy me sushi across the street.”

She laughed out loud. “Your sense of humor and shrewd bargaining powers have not waned,” Shomaila noted. “No, they haven’t, Shom.” She smiled and followed him. Seamlessly, they both felt at ease with each other. They entered the massive store and descended down the escalators. Meticulously, he went from aisle to aisle. “Now, I am getting worried that you’d win the bet because I did not know of this section indeed.” “You should be very worried because I have a massive appetite for such today,” Everest answered. He lifted a black skirt from the rack and handed it to her. She placed it against her hip and a smile crept and spread generously across her face. Everest smiled broadly. “Can you see how that really fits you?” He asked. “Let me try it on first before you begin to brag.” “You should try it on with this,” he said handing her a top he had picked from a nearby rack. “I saw both of them online and I knew you’d look good in them.”

She took both clothes with a smile and headed for the changing room. In the changing room, she slotted into both of them after setting her clothes aside. When she walked out, she attempted to cat-walk. She picked her steps majestically towards the mirror while Everest watched. She looked at herself in the mirror and then at him. “I can see the look in your eyes…in fact; I can see the stir in your heart. Please, tell me you love the combination!!!” Everest boasted. “You are right, for once. This is my style, completely. You truly have good eyes.” “I have good eyes for you,” he replied. She stared intently at him and he stared back at her. “I never meant to hurt you, Shom. I did not sleep with her,” Everest said. He walked closer and took her in his arms. She melted into his strong arms like petroleum jelly left under the hot African sun. “I missed you so much,” she said. “And I missed you too. I swear, I will never hurt you darling. I never did. You mean the world to me. If I had the powers to unzip my soul, I’d do it and you’d see how much I love you. Every minute I spent away from you was like a time spent in the desert. Please, trust me honey. I promise you, I will never let you down.”

He lowered his neck and kissed her. They both breathed heavily as they savored each other’s mouth with burning passion. They held each other firmly like an anaconda gripping its prey. Tears of relief gushed down her face. She held his arms, and then his chest and later his waist. She looked him squarely in the eye and said, “I love you more than I can ever tell you, Everest. Please don’t ever let that girl near you again.” “I won’t. I promise you,” he answered. “Thanks for picking out this skirt and top. They are a perfect fit for me.” “I am glad you like them. Go and remove them. Let’s pay for them and head over to the sushi restaurant…or do you need me to help you change back into your clothes?” He teased. She laughed and said, “Yes, please do. I dare you.” He followed her for a few steps and stopped. “I will be of help when we get to your apartment or mine.”

“So shall we fix the wedding for next summer?” Abhimanyu asked Lydia. He had just returned from the gym. His parents had left a few days back and his health was improving by the day. “Next summer? That is too soon,” Lydia answered. “How can that be? We are already engaged, why put off the wedding for eternity?” “I am not really sure I am ready for this, Abi. You put me on the spot in front of your parents, so I had to say yes. I need more time to process this.” “What? You want to start this again?” “I am not starting anything. I had to say yes for the sake of your health, your parents and the nurses. I am not ready yet.” “I am shocked, Lydia. I can see that you’d never marry me. This is insane!!!” Abhimanyu said. He stormed out of the apartment. He quickly walked downstairs and headed for the café across the street. He bought a cup of coffee and sat by the window sipping his coffee.

Soon, Lydia descended the stairs and walked past the café. Abi was quick to hide to keep from being spotted by her. As soon as she walked past the café, he followed her at a safe distance. She passed Fitzroy square and headed towards Great Portland Street. Then, she walked along the west end of Euston Road towards Bake Street. He stayed on her heels, carefully. When Lydia reached Everest’s apartment, she waited outside waiting for someone living in the building to let her in. Winter was slowly creeping in, so it was a fairly cold evening. She stood by one of the entrances and waited patiently. Abhimanyu stood behind a hedge of flowers and waited too.

Inside, Everest and Shomaila lay naked on the bed, holding each other as if there was no tomorrow. She pressed her ears against his chest, listening to the tunes of his heart. “Can you hear my heart saying – I love you Shom?” Everest asked her. “Yes, my love. I can hear it. Make love to me again,” she answered. As they breathed and moaned in sheer pleasure, Lydia stood outside waiting, while Abhimanyu maintained his position, unyieldingly. Soon, a resident in the building arrived. He unlocked one of the entrances and before he could lock the door behind him, Lydia stepped in and held the door. She quickly stowed into the building, smiling at the resident who looked back, wondering if she actually lived there. In typical London style, the resident eventually went about her business, ignoring her.

She went down the stairs to the basement apartments. Before she could knock on the door, she pressed her ear against the door and listened.

Even though what she heard was faint, she was certain that it was Everest’s voice. He moaned pleasurably. Abhimanyu had sneaked into the building, exploiting the same strategy as Lydia. He walked to the top floor and then to the middle one and the ground floor but she was nowhere to be found.  Eventually, he saw her knocking on a door. He hid in the stairwell and watched carefully. A wave of anger and frustration swept through Lydia. She banged riotously on the door. Everest and Shomaila could not be bothered. They carried on with their lovemaking until they both reached a crescendo. As they lay happily beside each other, another loud bang came on the door. They looked at each other, wondering who could be disturbing them in that particular moment.

“I know you are there Everest, open the door. Who are you with?” Shomaila could not believe her ears. She jumped out of the bed and put her clothes on. She mistakenly wore her top inside out. Everest jumped into a pair of trousers and a T-shirt as well. “What is she doing here?” She whispered to him as she headed for the door. “You know she is a crazy stalker,” Everest answered in a muffled tone. Shomaila flung the door open. “What is wrong with you Psycho?” She yelled at her. She proceeded to yank her by her top and pull her away from the door. “I will smack you into the ground idiot!!!” Shomaila yelled in sheer anger. Then, Abi appeared. He knew Shomaila from the days when both girls were close friends.

“Can someone tell me what is going on here?” He asked. Lydia was shaking. “Your girlfriend or fiancée, I have no idea what she is to you; she won’t leave my boyfriend alone!!! She has been bugging and stalking him,” Shomaila said pointing at Everest who stood by the door. “Now, I see why you would not marry me all this while,” Abi said referring to Lydia. “How long has this been going on now?” "Maybe a year or more,” Shomaila answered. “Leave my boyfriend alone. The next time I see you near him, I will gorge your eyes out and feed them to you,” she threatened. “Lydia, you should not bother coming back to the apartment. I will make sure your things are thrown out when I get home. I am ashamed of you. You are heartless; after everything I have done for you. I am heartbroken,” Abi said. “And he was coming here disturbing him when you were in coma. Who does that? She does not love you,” Shomaila added. “Truly, she does not love you. I think you should end the relationship,” Everest finally said something.

Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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