The Cursed Tree: A Tale of Friendship and Greed In a tranquil town nestled between hills and dense forests, Mohan and Rohan grew up inseparable, playing, laughing, and sharing dreams. Their hearts contrasted like day and night: Mohan was kind, selfless, and ready to help, whereas Rohan, from a wealthy merchant family, was arrogant and looked down on the less fortunate. One evening, Rohan's father invited him to his grand study, where gold coins shone in candlelight. 'Why waste time on poor Mohan?’ his father scoffed. 'He offers nothing. Befriend those who bring wealth and status.’ Blinded by his father's words, Rohan distanced himself from Mohan. He mocked him in public, ignored him on streets, and their friendship bond shattered. Heartbroken and betrayed, Mohan couldn't bear staying in town. With a heavy heart,he packed his few belongings and ventured into the unknown, seeking solace elsewhere. A Journey of Kindness During his journey, Mohan encountered numerous strangers in need. He assisted an old man crossing a rickety bridge, swept the dusty porch of a frail woman, and aided weary farmers in sowing crops. Though tired, he found joy in helping. As night descended, he found shelter under a giant, ancient tree in the forest. As he leaned against the sturdy trunk, the ground trembled. Before he could react, the earth swallowed him. Mohan tumbled into darkness, landing softly on a golden floor. To his amazement, he was in a mystical chamber filled with untold riches: glittering jewels, silk garments, exquisite timepieces, and shining coins. A voice echoed in the chamber."Those with pure hearts shall find fortune in kindness." Humbled, Mohan took only what he needed: a handful of gold coins and a simple, elegant watch. With gratitude, he climbed back through the tree's hollow and returned to the town. Greed Leads to Ruin When Rohan learned about Mohan's discovery, jealousy surged. He rushed to Mohan's home, demanding the tree's location. ‘Think, Rohan; Mohan warned, ‘it's more than treasure; it rewards the good-hearted and punishes greed.’ Rohan dismissed Mohan's warning with a laugh. That night, he ventured into the forest, his heart pounding with excitement. Under the tree, he eagerly sat, hoping the ground would unveil riches. It did, but not as he had envisioned.The moment he landed, he saw not a golden chamber but a dark abyss filled with horrors. Snakes slithered, fangs dripping venom. Shadows whispered curses in an eerie tongue. The air was thick with decay, and glowing red eyes surrounded him. Then, a chilling voice spoke. "Those who enter with greed shall meet their doom." Before Rohan could scream, creatures lunged, tearing him apart mercilessly. His cries echoed in the hollow tree, but no one heard—only bats, centuries-old, feasting on his remains, staining the walls with his blood forever. The Tree of Fate Years passed, but Mohan never forgot the tree.He visited it often, taking only what he needed, always respecting its power. Despite treasure, one thing stayed unchanged-—the bloodstains marking where his friend died. Even now, the tree stands tall at the forest's core, its branches brimming with mystery. Bats persist, and whispers suggest that at night, if you listen intently, you might catch Rohan's final screams carried by the wind. Thus, the legend endures—the tale of two friends, one led by kindness, the other by greed, and the had had judged them both.