Rishikesh sat quietly in the old room, staring at the mysterious book.
"The balance has begun."
Those words refused to leave his mind.
"If Rohan got hurt because of my wish… then this book is truly dangerous," he thought.
For a moment, Rishikesh decided he would never touch the book again.
But curiosity slowly returned.
"What if I make just one more wish?" he whispered.
He opened the book again.
The pages slowly moved as if an invisible hand was turning them.
Rishikesh felt scared, but he picked up the pencil again.
He thought carefully and wrote:
"Tomorrow I will become the richest boy in my village."
As soon as he finished writing, the candle in the room suddenly blew out.
The room became completely dark.
Then new words slowly appeared on the page.
"The third wish has been accepted."
Rishikesh felt relieved for a moment.
But suddenly the next line appeared.
"The price will be greater this time."
At that moment, Rishikesh heard someone calling his name from outside.
It was his mother.
But something about her voice felt strange…
Slowly… very slowly… the voice whispered again:
"Rishikesh… the price has come."
Rishikesh's hands started shaking.
And the mysterious book quietly turned to the next page by itself. Slowly… very slowly… the voice whispered again:
"Rishikesh… the price has come."
Rishikesh's hands started shaking.
And the mysterious book quietly turned to the next page by itself.