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A New Beginning
Chaahat sat across from the elderly shop owner, observing the lines of worry etched onto his face. The small tea shop had been his life's work, a place where he had spent years brewing warmth for his customers. Yet now, he faced the difficult decision of parting with it.
She leaned forward, her voice calm but firm. "In this way, your son won't have any legal claim over the shop. You can give him ₹1,50,000 as his share, ensuring he gets something. As for the remaining amount, you can tell him that you're keeping it for your living expenses until you find another job. That way, you secure your future without unnecessary disputes."
The old man nodded thoughtfully, rubbing his wrinkled hands together. She could see the flicker of hope in his eyes, but there was still hesitation.
"To ensure the shop stays in the family, you can make arrangements for ownership to pass on to your granddaughter once she turns twenty. This way, no one can take it away from her," she added, watching his reaction carefully.
A slow smile spread across his face, a mixture of relief and admiration. "You're a smart girl. If I were drowning, I believe you'd be the one to throw me a rope."
Chaahat chuckled. "That's what I do—find solutions. And regarding the business, since I'll be handling everything, I propose we split the profits equally. You don't have to rush your decision. Take your time."
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a small notepad and scribbled down her number. "If you decide to go through with this, call me. We'll sort things out."
Handing him the slip of paper, she stood up. With one last encouraging smile, she turned and walked away, leaving the man in deep thought.
A Quiet Evening
Back at her dormitory, Chaahat immersed herself in her studies, flipping through pages of her textbook. The evening air was cool, the soft hum of students chatting outside filling the room.
Her roommate, Mehndi, nudged her shoulder. "It's time for dinner. You'll starve if you keep reading like this."
Chaahat blinked, realizing she had lost track of time. "Oh… yeah, let's go."
They made their way to the dining hall, the aroma of freshly cooked food making her stomach grumble. After finishing dinner, she returned to her desk, pulling out a fresh notebook.
It was time to plan.
Opening a blank page, she titled it "Tea Shop Business Plan." She listed out all the key things she needed to do:
Purchase the shop – ₹2,00,000 would go into buying the place.
Renovations – Some repairs and a fresh coat of paint would make it more inviting.
Furniture & Equipment – She would need chairs, tables, and kitchenware.
Registration & Legal Fees – Paperwork had to be sorted.
Transport – A second-hand bike would help her move around efficiently.
Looking at the list, she sighed. It was a big investment, but it would give her stability. She wouldn't have to rely on anyone, and the shop would act as a safety net if things ever got tough.
More importantly, she could help the old man in the process. He had spent decades running the shop, and she didn't want to see his life's work fade away.