Destiny (Zayn Malik and Priyanka Chopra Fan-fic) (Slow Updates!)

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

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Raman's POV

I looked around me, I was happy with my decision of choosing to take a walk in the park. I looked around me the atmosphere was peaceful calming. This was one of my favorite ways of calming down, taking a walk at the park. I sat down on the swing; lightly I swayed back and forth. All around me there were families out together, sending constant reminders that I was all alone in a foreign country. I was homesick; I missed everything about home. I missed mumma's parathas, her samosas, her laugh; especially her comforting hugs which could transform my mood instantly. Without realizing I was deep in thought, my eyebrows were furrowed and my forehead was creased. There had to be something to get my homesickness away. But what? I had to literally search ever inch of my brain until I came up with a solution. Why don't I try and volunteer at the local orphanage that I saw on the way here. Besides, the one thing that Zee TV taught me was that the world was my family. So I'm never really alone. While I was mentally debating, my feet decided to have a mind of their own. I walked for about five minutes before I reached the orphanage. It had a sign that read

Help Wanted, Volunteers Are NEEDED

After I read the sign I knocked on the door. Here goes nothing Raman, I took a deep breath before the door opened. There was an elderly woman in a salwaar kameez that had her hair in a white bun.

"Hello dear, how may I help you." She said in her thick Indian accent.

"Actually, I saw the sign. So I came to volunteer."

"Well what are you waiting for miss, come on in." She opened the door wider and moved aside. So, I entered the orphanage. My nostrils were filled with the scent of Indian food, which brought back the memories of home. She led me through the living room, where a couple of kids were playing. They stood up and they stood up in a circle around her.

"Dadi, when will the food be ready." A little girl around the age of five asked.

"Not until a while, I still have to prepare the food."

"Okay" she replied and she continued playing with her doll.

"Everyone this is.." she looked at me.

"Raman." I said.

"Indian?" she asked, I replied with a yes. She smiled,

"It's been a while since I've met an Indian in England. You're not from her are you?"

"No, I'm from America. I'm here for college, and it doesn't start until next week so I decided to volunteer."

"Are you good with kids."

"I'm excellent with kids" I replied, I'm not lying whenever guests come over it's my job to entertain the kids. You'll never hear a kid think the word bored when they're in my presence.

"Great why don't you watch these kids, it'll be more than enough help." I nodded and I walked back towards the kids. But, I walked back and I asked if I could take them to the park and she replied with a yes, and she turned back to cooking. I turned back to the kids and asked if they wanted to go to the park and they replied with a yes. To the park!

A/N sorry for the short chapter. Anyways, I'm having a competition between my readers from the three different books that I'm writing. So, out of my three books; whichever book receives the most reads, votes, and comments starting today will win a prize. The prize is that the book will receive a double update next weekend; and the three readers that comment and vote the most will receive a shout out. Also, the competition will take place between the readers of the following books:

The Waitress

Destiny

Veena-Zayn

The losers' books won't receive an update until two weeks from now. Show your support for this story by voting and commenting. This competition ends Friday October 16, 2015! To make it fair, I will post all three chapters (one for each of my books) at the same time. I f there are any questions you can inbox me. Let the games begin!