The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

Everything Will Be All Right In The End


He never imagined in his wildest dreams that he could fall in love again at such a late stage of his life. That it was possible to love another woman other than his wife and yet here he was, completely and utterly head over heels in love. The traffic was driving him insane, the closer he and Jean got to the airport, the more anxious he became. The truth was he didn't want to leave India, he didn't want to leave Evelyn. He loved her, he'd fallen in love with her the first day they'd met at the airport. When the driver had told Jean that the buggy could only take one person to the airport and she'd explained to him that it was over between them, part of him was sad, he wouldn't deny that. He did love his Wife but deep in his heart he loved Evelyn more. He instantly agreed with her and had allowed her to leave India without him.

When he had returned to The Marigold Hotel the next morning and had come face to face with Evelyn as she left for work, he had never felt as happy in a long time. He sat in the Hotel that night waiting for 5pm to come around. He had her tea ready for her. He looked out over the balcony to see her walking through the grounds. He sat patiently in her room awaiting her arrival. He looked up a few minutes later to see her standing in the doorway.

"Hello." He said.

"Hello, you haven't been sitting there all this time have you."

"Of course not." He said, his voice going a little high.


"Alright, I have."

He got up from the bench and walked over to her and he pulled her into his arms and hugged her.

"Oh Evelyn, I'm just so happy things have turned out this way."

"Are you really." She asked, looking up at him.

"How can you even ask that. You know how I feel about you. What Jean and I had was over many years ago."

"She is still your Wife."

"She told me that she'd file for divorce as soon as she arrived home."

"I am sorry Douglas, perhaps if you'd never came here then you two may have worked through your problems."

"No, it was over and beside I stopped being in love with her a long time ago."

"But you do still love her."

"I'll always love her. She's the Mother to our Daughter, I'm just not in love with her, but you. I am in love with you, I mean you and Jean couldn't be more different. You're loving, compassionate, willing to try new things all the time. Jean became used to the home comforts, we haven't shown any affection for one another for years."

"I never imagined when I came to India that I'd end up meeting someone like you but I'm very glad I did."

"I have your tea ready."

"With a little milk."

"With a little milk." He smiled.

As the night drew in, Evelyn and Douglas talked a lot about what they were like when they were younger and what their Children were like. They sat laughing and joking with each other. Douglas couldn't help but be in awe of her.

"What are you grinning at." She asked.

"I haven't seen you smile like that in a while. You should smile more often."

"Well, now I have reason too, don't I."

He nodded his head in agreement as he leaned in and kissed her for the first time. She pulled back for a moment to look at him.

"What's the matter." He asked, with concern.

"I haven't been kissed like that in such a long time."

"Well that's a shame. You deserve to be kissed."

She smiled as she pulled him to her and kissed him more thoroughly than before. He got up and helped her to stand and guided her over to the bed. She stopped to look at him.

"It's been a while for me Douglas." She said, shakily.

"Me too, we'll go as slow as you want. I just want to be with you."

Madge was sitting in the bar downstairs with Norman and Muriel and watched as the light to Evelyn's room went out.

"My my, I do believe he's scored." Madge spoke up.

"Do you have to be so crude." Muriel said.

"About bloody time in my opinion." Norman added.

"I think it's sweet. I'm glad he came back to her."

"He's certainly traded up." Muriel said.

"Honestly Muriel, that's not very nice."

"Well come on, lets all be honest here. Jean wasn't exactly the nicest person you could meet and look at how she treated Evelyn."

"True. He'd better not hurt her, or he'll have us to deal with." Madge said.

"Hurt her, as if he would. Can't you see the way he looks at her. He's fallen in love with her." Norman said.

"You think so." Madge said.

"I'd bet my last pound on it."

To Be Continued…