Bani gasped, grabbing the jewellery from his hand. "Wow, Aman. You're a genius! Truly! And tell me, which financial company is open at 7 PM to take your genius-level decision into consideration?"
Aman opened his mouth to argue, but Bani had already turned to their mother. "Amma, keep this in the locker for now. I'll take it back from you tomorrow."
Their mother, amused but used to their antics, simply nodded and put the jewellery away safely.
Aman sighed. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Bani grinned. "Oh, immensely.
Next day
The morning sun streamed through the window as Bani carefully arranged fresh vegetables in a large tray. The vibrant colors of the produce—crisp spinach, bright red tomatoes, and plump beans—were a sight to behold. It was her daily routine now, ensuring that the best of her magical harvest reached the family hotel.
Just as she was finishing up, Aman walked in, holding his phone.
"Bani, I found some good deals on trucks. I'm going to check them out after 10:30," he said, his voice laced with determination.
Bani nodded. A truck would be a game-changer for their business, making transportation smoother and expanding their reach. But first, they needed funds.
"Alright, I'll be heading out soon to mortgage some gold and get the money," she replied, adjusting her shawl.
Aman looked at her for a moment but didn't say anything. He knew better than to question her decisions. Bani had changed—there was a newfound confidence in her, a silent strength that hadn't been there before.
The morning sun streamed through the window as Bani carefully arranged fresh vegetables in a large tray. The vibrant colors of the produce—crisp spinach, bright red tomatoes, and plump beans—were a sight to behold. It was her daily routine now, ensuring that the best of her magical harvest reached the family hotel.
Just as she was finishing up, Aman walked in, holding his phone.
"Bani, I found some good deals on trucks. I'm going to check them out after 10:30," he said, his voice laced with determination.
Bani nodded. A truck would be a game-changer for their business, making transportation smoother and expanding their reach. But first, they needed funds.
"Alright, I'll be heading out soon to mortgage some gold and get the money," she replied, adjusting her shawl.
Aman looked at her for a moment but didn't say anything. He knew better than to question her decisions. Bani had changed—there was a newfound confidence in her, a silent strength that hadn't been there before.
Bani stepped into the Muthoot Finance office, her heart pounding slightly. The faint scent of old files and polished wood filled the air as she approached the counter. A staff member, dressed in a crisp uniform, greeted her with a professional nod.
"I'd like to mortgage my gold," Bani stated, her voice steady.
The staff member gestured to a counter where another employee sat behind a glass partition. A small tray covered with soft velvet cloth was placed before her.
"Please place your gold jewelry here for evaluation," the employee instructed.