He ran a hand through his hair, visibly torn. "You really think this will work?"
Bani's gaze was steady. "I don't just think—it has to. If we want to turn things around, we can't afford to hesitate. I'll handle the gold loan. You just focus on finding a good deal for the vehicle." And vehicle should have full body.
Silence stretched between them as he weighed the risk. Finally, he sighed, nodding reluctantly. "Alright. I'll start looking."
But as he stood up, he muttered under his breath, "Just don't ever mention the gold to Appa. He still sees it as the last piece of luxury left in our home."
Bani didn't respond. She didn't need to. She already knew. And yet, in her heart, she knew this gamble wasn't about luxury. It was about survival.
Bani quickly got ready and joined Aman outside. "Let's get going," she said, locking the door behind her. Aman gave her a quick nod and revved up the bike, waiting for her to climb on. With the wind in their faces, they sped down the road, the world blurring past them. It was one of those moments when everything felt new, even the familiar streets. Bani couldn't help but smile as she felt the rush of freedom that came with these simple moments.
As they neared the seed market, Aman broke the silence. "So, which flowers do you want to grow?"
Bani thought for a moment, her mind racing with possibilities. "We should stick to something simple. Maybe marigolds? They're easy to manage, and with differnt color and they have a good demand."
Aman nodded, considering her words. "Marigolds it is then. But, we should focus on the other crops too. I think Dad will be happier if we get a good variety of vegetables."
"I was thinking the same," Bani agreed, glancing at him. "Let's make sure we choose normal quality seeds. I believe the magical space can handle them better. The space will surprise us with the results, I'm sure of it."
Aman raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. He trusted his sister's instincts, especially when it came to this mysterious new venture. "Normal quality, then. Let's stick to Dad's concerns. He always says that sometimes less is more."
Arriving at the seed market, the air was thick with the earthy smell of fresh seeds and the lively chatter of vendors and farmers. Stalls were lined up with colorful packets of seeds for every plant imaginable. The vibrant market buzzed with activity as Bani and Aman walked through, their eyes scanning the different varieties of seeds.
Bani felt her heart race. This was her chance to make things work, to take the first step toward independence. She glanced over the racks, carefully inspecting each packet. "Let's go with carrots first. And beans," she said, picking up two packets.
Aman followed her lead, grabbing the cauliflower seeds. "Onions?" he asked.
Bani nodded, adding the onion seeds to their collection. "We'll need a good variety to keep things going."