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They finally reached their destination, and Ruhi was the first to step out of the car.
"Alright, you get out too and call Rajat, ask where he is, and head straight to him," Veeransh said as he was about to get out of the car when Vineet grabbed his shoulder.
"Choose—girl or friend?" Vineet asked, trying to sound serious.
"Girl," Veeransh answered without a moment's hesitation, then stepped out of the car.
"Traitor," Vineet muttered under his breath.
"Shall we head inside?" Veeransh adjusted his blazer.
"How long are you planning to stay here?" Ruhi asked.
"Well, I'm free today," he grinned, extending his hand toward her, but she didn’t notice and kept walking ahead. Veeransh stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, clearing his throat before finally heading inside.
"So, what exactly do you do here?" he asked, following closely behind her.
"I work as a project coordinator and a counselor. I manage educational programs and other events that help with the kids' growth you know," she replied, stepping through the main gate.
"Kids?" He paused for a second.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" She turned to him, and he gave a fake smile, shaking his head, as she continued walking ahead.
Kids? As in little monsters? Oh god! I hate kids. How could I forget how much Ruhi loves them? When we met at that orphanage blood camp. I only gave a bottle of blood, but today, I’m not sure if I’ll even leave with a drop. And on top of that, I’ve lied about liking kids. Me?
He sighed, frustrated.
"It’s fine, Veeransh. What’s the big deal? They’re just kids. Tiny little pieces of meat. No big deal. If Ruhi finds out I don’t like kids, she’ll be depressed before she’s even impressed." He let out a deep breath and walked inside.
The NGO is a modest, two-story building with a slightly worn exterior, but it's full of life and energy. The entrance is decorated with colorful handprints from the children who come there, each representing a life touched by the organization.
Inside, the walls are covered with bright murals of cartoon characters, motivational quotes, and posters about kindness and hope. There are several rooms, each serving a different purpose—some are classrooms filled with second-hand desks and chalkboards, while others are cozy spaces with cushions and books for reading.
There's a small art corner where kids' paintings and drawings are proudly displayed, telling stories of their dreams and imaginations.
Children of all ages live here, some orphans, others from underprivileged backgrounds whose families can’t provide for them. They come from different walks of life but share a common thread of resilience.
The kids are either engaged in activities like drawing, playing games, or helping each other with homework, while the younger ones chase each other around in the small outdoor yard.
The staff members are like family to these kids—they're more than just teachers or caretakers; they are mentors, friends, and role models.
The head of the NGO, a kind yet firm woman in her 50s, has dedicated her life to creating a space where these children can feel safe and loved. Volunteers come and go, each bringing a bit of their own warmth to the place.
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