Shruti a talented Violin player was playing a tune sounding somewhat sad. She was quiet engrossed in her violin, she stopped playing, until thoughts distracted her. The environment around her became cold. Ignoring that, she started to play another tune on her violin. She played and played until a voice stopped her,

"Madam, Dinner is ready." It was her servant Mr. Bhaskar's voice.

"Bhaskar, I'll have dinner in my room."

"OK madam".

She went to her room and looked at the photographs on the wall. They were of her and her Husband Rahul. She particularly looked at one photograph. (Photo at the title).

Rahul and Shruti make a cute couple. In the photo they both are sitting on the stairs, Rahul is holding a Guitar while Shruti is holding a Violin. And Rahul is looking at her while she plays their favourite tune. Tears started falling from her eyes.

She began to think knowing she doesn't have any choice beyond that.....

Currently she remembers very thinly about Rahul. It was hard for her to remember their relationship, even their marriage, even the horrifying night on their wedding. Only thing, eating her mind was, she didn't knew that 'Who killed her husband and why?'

A very dangerous and unusual journey awaited her as she decided to find that killer. Revenge building in her veins and anger rushing to her head caused her to smash her hand on the nearby table which had Chessboard on it. All the pieces of the chessboard scattered all over the floor. She regretted her action and lowered herself to pick up each piece.

Someone outside her window, whispered "This is just a beginning"...