In the Village named Sonamarg in Jammu and Kashmir, Near the Valleys, There lived a simpleton named Dakshin. Every Evening, Dakshin would sit in house Verandah and sip a Hot Tea. One Evening, As usual, Dakshin was having Tea. It was a very cold evening. A young man of Dakshin's age, rode to him with his horse.
The Young Man got off from the Horse and went to Dakshin and asked him ' Sir, can you please give me shelter in your home for tonight?' Dakshin smiled and agreed to this. He went inside with the young man.
They sat down and talked.
The Young Man said. "Kind Sir, I am actually the Prince of this City. I was Hunting in the nearby Forest with my Soldiers. Then, I accidently came in this Valley. My Soldiers were lost. That's when I saw your house. It was very Dark and I decided to stay in your house for a night.'
Dakshin was surprised on the Fact that The Young man was a Prince! They both ate and Slept. The Night Passed and It was early morning. They both had breakfast. That's when the Prince had an Idea. He said to Dakshin " Sir, For the Kind Help you have done to me, You can come to my Palace and stay there. But the condition is, you should never go to the room that is next to your room in the palace. Even If you go, You will come to your house again. If Okay, you can come.'
Dakshin agreed to the condition and Together they rode the Horse and finally found the Palace. There, Dakshin had been given a nice room and grand feast. He was very happy.
Days Passed. One fine day, Dakshin was very Curious to go inside the room the Prince had warned not to go. Soon, he went there to find nothing but dirty storage! When he turned back, The prince was standing! He was watching him all time! He was sent back to his house again! Dakshin started to Weep. He realized his mistake.