The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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The room was dimly lit, with shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering flames of the fireplace. The scent of aged wood and leather filled the air, adding to the atmosphere of quiet tension. The only sound was the soft clink of chess pieces being moved on the board, a game that had gone on far longer than most.
I sat back in my chair, studying the man across from me. He was older, with a thick mustache and a smug smile that never seemed to leave his face. He thought he had me cornered, that he was about to deliver a checkmate both on the board and in our little game of power.
The man, Mr. Sinha, leaned forward, his fingers brushing the black queen as he made his move. His eyes gleamed with arrogance as he spoke, "Arjun, you know, they say youth is wasted on the young. You're too confident, too sure of yourself. But confidence without caution is a dangerous thing."
I remained silent, my eyes fixed on the board. He had set a trap, one that he believed I hadn't noticed. But that was the thing about traps—they only worked if the prey was unaware.
Mr. Sinha continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "You’ve built quite the empire, Arjun. But one wrong move, one slip, and it can all come crashing down. You’re playing a dangerous game, and you don’t even realize how close you are to losing everything."
I finally looked up, meeting his gaze. "You’re right about one thing, Mr. Sinha. This is a dangerous game. But it’s not about who plays it, it’s about who understands it."
His smile faltered slightly as he watched me make my next move on the board. It was subtle, a seemingly insignificant shift of a pawn. But it opened up the board in a way he hadn't expected. His brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to understand what I had done.
"Sometimes," I began, leaning forward, "we make the mistake of thinking that because we’ve taken control of the game, we’ve won. But in reality, every move we make opens us up to vulnerabilities we didn’t anticipate."
Mr. Sinha’s hand hovered over his king, his earlier confidence now replaced with hesitation. "What are you trying to say, Arjun?"
I kept my tone even, controlled. "You’ve been too focused on the short-term gains, on the immediate wins. But you’ve ignored the bigger picture. You’ve been reckless—both on this board and in your life. You’ve made moves that seemed smart at the time, but they’ve left you exposed."
His eyes narrowed as I continued. "Illegal business deals, cutting corners, thinking you could get away with it because no one was watching. But someone was watching, Mr. Sinha. And those moves you made in the shadows? They’ve caught up to you."
Mr. Sinha’s face paled slightly, but he forced a smile. "You’re bluffing."
I picked up my knight, moving it to a position that put his king in immediate danger. "You were so busy trying to dominate the board that you didn’t realize you were walking into a trap. Just like in real life."
