As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the city, Bani stood in the kitchen, counting the supplies for the next day.
Do we have enough supply for tomorrow?" her father asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Yes, father," Bani replied with a reassuring smile.
"Her father nodded, his expression softening. "Don't tire yourself. If you need help, just ask for it."
Bani chuckled. "It's not tiring, father. There's no physical work involved. I just give the command, and everything happens on its own… it's magic, after all. No exhaustion."
Her father sighed, still adjusting to the reality of her mysterious yet flourishing farm. "Still, don't overdo it."
Father i do need some help,
"What is it?" Beta.father said.
Bani hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I do need more seeds to grow different crops."
Aman, who had been listening to their conversation, leaned forward with interest. "Then let's go to the seed market. We'll get an idea of which quality is the best."
Their father frowned, shaking his head. "Did you forget? We can't attract unnecessary attention." So don't by good one for now buy normal let's see the results when it grows
"I know," Bani replied, her mind racing. "But that restriction doesn't apply to everything. There has to be another way."
Aman's eyes glinted with an idea. "Come with me," he said, gently taking Bani's hand and leading her to her room.
Bani followed, curiosity sparking within her. Aman was up to something—and she was ready to hear it.
Aman! Whoa, slow down! Don't pull me so hard!" Bani protested, laughing as Aman dragged her through the house.
Their father, watching from the corner of the room, let out a small smile. It had been a while since he had seen Bani this lively.
Aman didn't stop until they reached her room. He closed the door behind them, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Bani, listen! I've got a great idea—one that fits Dad's requirements perfectly."
Bani tilted her head, curious. "Non-edible?" she guessed.
Aman nodded eagerly. "Yes! Did you forget? I used to work as a wedding decorator and planner."
"I know," Bani said, crossing her arms. "But how is that related to anything?"
Aman grinned. "Think about it. Weddings need tons of fresh flowers for decoration. And people are obsessed with keeping them fresh for as long as possible. If you grow flowers in your special place, they'll stay fresh longer than anything else on the market. Customers will just assume they were picked that morning."
Bani's eyes widened as she processed his words.
And the best part?" Aman continued. "After the wedding, the flowers will naturally wither and turn to dust—no one will suspect a thing! It's the perfect way to make money without drawing any unwanted attention. What do you think?"
Bani sat down on the edge of her bed, her mind racing. Flowers… It was brilliant. No one would question where they came from. Unlike vegetables or grains, which people might scrutinize, flowers were temporary, fleeting, and disposable.