the day of the competition

Days went as blink of an eye and I was standing in front of the entrance of the college that holds University chess competition.

Sigh! I let out a big sigh out of nervousness Take a deep breath Rahul and let's go and win this competition to give myself courage I mumbled to myself. As I keep my step forward a guy bump into me from behind.

Look where are you going? A we'll build guy with strong physic and good height looked back towards me and said.

Care for yourself? I replied.

Huh! He smirked and nodded his head in yes.

As he goes forward I started to follow him not because I want to harm him but we were going to same direction. He again bump into someone but this time the guy he bump was so small in height and he dropped his bag because he was taking out something from bag when the guy next to me bump into him.

Hey can't you see? You have eyes or marble? the small student said but without listening to him the guy walk straight and stop before the things that small student dropped is in his foots he pick up that.

That's mine. Small student Said

He throws that thing away in one Swift motion.

Yeah that was yours so go and take it. Don't just stand here. He said and leave.

I go towards the things he through and pick up and get back towards that small student.

Here, it's your.

Thanks. My name is Sai

You're welcome my name is Rahul.

We pick up his other stuff and move towards the main building. We were chatting about each other and got to know him. He was a student from another college and also came here for competition.

So we were opponents huh! I said.

Yeah. If my opponent is also this good with the game then losing the game to him is worth it.

You are quite the thinker.

Yeah I get that a lot.

Hahahaha so then let's give our best.

We conform our entry in competition and parted ways saying good luck to each other.

A battleground awaiting strategy and skill. The air is electric, each player determined to outmaneuver the other my first imaginary impression was like this but the hall was silent, only filled with the rhythmic tick of the antique clock mounted high on the wall. The audience, seated in neat rows, barely breathed as if they were here for funeral or maybe so. I genuinely feel like I'm at a funeral.

*The Match Begins*

The chessboard lies between me and my opponent. The chessboard gleamed under the dim library light, the black-and-white squares polished to a mirror finish I can see my face into that. The pieces, carved from bone and onyx.

I greeted my opponent and take our seats. My first opponent was a girl named Rajeshwari Rathore. Her personality as her name, royal with elegance. She was a stunning beauty with black hairs. From the look of her college uniform she must be from all girls college. Before we start the match we shake hands. Her hands were so soft and cold and she smelled like an expensive perfume

"Let's give our best" she said

"Same here".

*"White" ( Rahul)

*"Black" ( Rajeshwari )*