Sameer's POV:-

FLASHBACK:-

I joined JJ College of Arts, with an intention to become an architect. I was very good at drawing. I was not from Mumbai, so  stayed at my maternal uncle's house. My uncle was a Police Inspector. So I usually stayed in discipline, I mean I didn't had many friends, besides Mumbai was really a big city. I was also fond of playing Chess and Cricket. When I first met Shruti, she seemed very friendly to me and pretty confident too. I liked her helping nature and the way she handled many things at one time was remarkable. I mean, I had really started liking her, even I didn't knew when I fell in love with her.

I began to weave dreams, of Shruti and me. Our marriage and even kids, I was not more than an idiot in love. Falling in love was best feeling one could ever have and I was experiencing this feeling for the first time, Shruti was my first love. I thought, if she handled things so easily and comfortably here itself in college, then after marriage she would do the same, that is taking care of everyone, handling things efficiently, besides she played violin nicely, she had told us that she will go in music teaching field. If she would be married to me, I would definitely support her in her every decision.

My behavior towards Shruti had completely changed, I had become a little protective of her, a little possessive also. My best friend Rohit noticed that and asked me about my behavior. He had clear idea of what's going on in my mind. In fact he encouraged me to tell her what I feel about her.

I had decided to tell my feelings, I was extremely nervous as I had no idea how will she react. It was December, and college fest had started, I had planned to ask her out on Rose day. She was as usual busy in all preparations, we were also helping her out. Finally, I had a nice chance, when there was no one inside the class room, except us. She talked to me about her usual schedule and other stuff, I was not paying attention at all. I was only thinking about how to tell her my feelings. I begin to speak but strangely I couldn't utter a single word. So I dropped that idea and decided to go old fashion. I thought of writing her a letter.

When I went home, I wasted several papers from my notebook, scribbling my feelings. I finally wrote a nice long letter, I had put all of my thoughts about her, how happy can I make her, how much I love her etc etc. Next day when I went to college, I slipped that letter into her bag, but I didn't tell her to check her bag, because I wanted to give her surprise. I waited for her answer but it never came to me. I asked her purposely about that letter, and came to know that it was not her bag, she had took someone else's bag that day. I felt like an idiot. I was angry, and I told her the truth about that letter. I slowed down the volume of my voice when I realized I was scaring her.

She didn't react at first. For some reason, I knew what was she gonna say, I could feel it from inside that she will say 'No'.

Exactly, as I had thought, she said that she doesn't love me. She had never looked at me that way, she thinks of me as a friend and all that crap. I was so sad from inside, but I didn't show her my feelings, and I smiled thinking, shit happens. After all no one can force anyone to love someone. She left the classroom, leaving me alone again.

My heart broke into million pieces faster than a glass could. I could feel the cracks of my shattered dreams. I was so lost in this agony that I didn't even realised when did tears began to fall. I quickly wiped my tears washing away the pain. But really? the pain of heartbreak recovers that easily? No it feels like snakebite every ten seconds.

It took a while for me to digest the heartbreak, it was like how people rehabilitate, after fresh disaster. Then slowly things were back to normal, until he came. 'He' means Rahul. I don't know what he did, that Shruti started hanging out with him more. It only made me jealous. I felt like punching him 100 times on his face. We didn't used to talk much. Only casual 'hi' and 'bye'. I used to ignore them.

Then I made a huge mistake of answering in that stupid Truth or Dare game, which we used to play often. Where Rahul got angry and charged towards me like an enraged bull. He punched me straight on my face, immediately drawing blood out of my nose. I lost my cool and slapped him hard, I always wanted to do that, so how could I  lose that chance. We had a huge fight. But, I honestly regret that fight because, since that day the bad phase of my life had started. If our friends couldn't have interfered, then I could have killed him. After our fight, Rahul threatened me to make my life a living hell. I immediately backfired him that I am not afraid of empty threats.

Next day, when I came to college, some men took my bag and started to throw all of my books on the ground, when I confronted them, they burnt my books. I fought with them and landed myself in hospital for two days. I had to lie to my uncle. After two days, when I went to college, all of them were in the auditorium, practising for play. I entered the auditorium, only to be drenched by a red sticky liquid over me, I have blood phobia. Then I came to know it was Rahul, who did this. Everyone were laughing at me including Shruti. I was laying comatose on the floor, I was devastated because nobody came to help me, while I was being drifted into darkness.

After that incident, I decided not to attend college anymore. My uncle knew that something was wrong with me, he even asked me about my problems, but I pretended to be alright. He told me that, 'To end your problems, you have to face them.' I didn't go to the college, and I even broke my friendship with everyone. Soon final exams approached.

One day, while giving exam, I got a call from an unknown number saying that my Uncle and Aunt are dead, they were calling me to identity their bodies. I was horrified and left in the middle of the exam, when I reached the city morgue, disgusting smell surrounded me, I looked all over, there was no one inside that room. I felt nauseated after looking at the dead bodies and blood all over. Suddenly someone pushed me inside, and locked the door of that room. I cried for help and no one answered. I was scared to death by looking at the dead bodies, I couldn't even cry and then I collapsed on the floor. Next day, the guards and police found me.

My uncle was alive, he was sitting aside me on hospital bed. I cried hard, hugging him. He was consoling me, rubbing my back. I was deeply traumatized by that incident. I couldn't even sleep alone, my uncle used to sleep with me. But I never told uncle that someone had locked me up, but he somehow came to know about the prank call. He started investigation all over.

I was again harassed by Rahul, and this constant harassment was breaking me from inside. I was fed up of living life like this. Fear had taken control of me, I had sudden occurrence of inferiority complex, and I tried to end my life several times. Then to, Rahul's attempts didn't stop. I then decided to confront him and tell him to stop doing this, I went to college finally, and I angrily confronted him, to which I was again beaten up. I fell on the floor, I immediately lost the energy in my feet. That bitch Shruti stood there just watching me in pain. I wanted to kill her. The woman who destroyed me. Still I attended their wedding.

I took a very bold decision to end my life, I wrote a suicide note in which I specified that no one was responsible for my death and I stole my Uncle's gun, it was hard to end my life, I thought about my parents, uncle and aunt, all those memories came rushing . I placed the gun on my skull and pulled the trigger with all my force. There was a loud noise, of my life being shattered. I lay there lifeless.
To my surprise, I could see my body lying on the floor. My body was covered in blood, tears were still present in my eyes, which again made me nauseous. It took time for me to realize that I was a ghost. I vowed that, my spirit will have my revenge. I will destroy Shruti and Rahul's life. They will pay for their deeds. They always played games right! Now I will play, a game with them, a game of Death Chess.

I gained certain powers shortly after my death. Being invisible, shape shifting, tremendous strength.  Invisibility was the major advantage. I then plotted my revenge, and went to their honeymoon suite, my blood boiled at the sight of them together. After then, I beheaded Rahul, with an axe. Strangely I was not afraid of blood anymore. I hit Shruti with the same axe, I thought she was dead but she survived, she was still breathing. There was blood all over. I took some blood on my hands and wrote 'Checkmate' on the adjoining wall. Because, in chess 'Checkmate' means a situation in which you cannot stop your king being captured and so you lose the game. In real life, Rahul was Shruti's King and was killed by me. So its Checkmate.

But then, the real game started, when I came to know about Shruti's mental illness. So I waited for her to recover and then kill her. Otherwise there would be no point of killing her, if she didn't remember me. I wanted her to see the face of her murderer. Then Monika met her and my plan began failing. I just want to have my revenge.

Now you say, what was my mistake in all this? I will tell you, I fell in love. If I didn't fell in love with this bitch, then I would be very much alive by now. I accepted my mistake, isn't it's their turn to accept it?

I don't know anything except, I will have my revenge. I will kill her. I also know that, you have to burn my body first to kill my spirit, but I guarantee that you will never find my body.....