The next morning, the sun shone brightly over the city, casting long shadows across the pavement as the clock struck 11 again. Just as the day before, the doors of the city’s largest bank swung open, but this time, the atmosphere was different. In walked Ramprasadji, accompanied by a man in a sharp suit, carrying an air of authority that made heads turn for a different reason.
The suited man was Mr. Aryan Mehta, a well-known attorney and a prominent figure in the city’s elite circles. His presence immediately created a ripple of whispers among the bank’s customers and staff. Kavita, at the customer counter, straightened up at the sight of him, her previous judgement of Ramprasadji now gnawing at her conscience.
