As the light faded, Rohan and Aashi found themselves standing before a hidden door, previously concealed by the bed's intricate carvings. The door creaked open, revealing a room filled with ancient artifacts and mysterious texts.

"You know, I've heard that the Palang Tod has the power to grant wishes," Aashi said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rohan's eyes locked onto hers. "But at what cost?"

As they sat beneath the trees, Rohan began to share the stories he'd heard from his family. Aashi listened intently, her gaze drifting toward the Palang Tod, which stood majestically in the center of the room. The air seemed to thicken, and Rohan felt an unusual energy emanating from the bed.

As the new caretaker, Rohan had inherited not only the responsibility but also the whispers of the town. People would often approach him with a mix of curiosity and fear, asking about the bed's powers. Rohan would smile and nod, but deep down, he was determined to uncover the truth.