I'm gonna launch the first character poster of this story.

Here it is, our main character, Maya Prathap Valliyath.
How's it? My first ever try in making character poster.

Back to the story......

"Lies. "Maya read in horror.
The family photo hanging on the wall fell down and broke into many pieces.
She slowly walked backwards from the mirror and stumbled on her bed. She felt someone making her stand up. She was slowly dragged out of the outhouse and made stood in front a car. The front seat's door opened automatically and she was gently pushed into the seat and the door was closed.
The car started moving fastly while Maya sat like a statue, unable to digest the fact that she was sitting in a car,driven by a ghost.

The car stopped at the entrance of a temple which was often visited by her family.She ascended from the vehicle and a priest came out of the temple as if he was waiting for her.

"Maya Prathap Valliyath, aren't you?"he asked.

"Ye.. Yes."she said bewilderedly.

"Come in. "the priest said and led her inside.They stopped in front of a massive diety of Lord Shiva.

"You freed him, didn't you? "he asked nervously.

"Hmm. "she nodded.

"Did he harm you or anyone? "

"No. "

"Is he trying to communicate with you? "

"Yes. He brought me here. "

"Hmm. "the priest nodded his head and started thinking about something seriously.

"Please help me. I don't have anyone else to ask help for him. Please tell me what can I do to make him rest in peace."she pleaded.

"Only his descendants can do his last rites and can make him rest in peace. But they can be done only after fulfilling his revenge or else he will not rest in heaven. Souls with unfulfilled revenges and bad intentions will rot in hell. "

"That means..... I should help him in killing my own father who is actually innocent."Maya was not much sad even if her uncle wanted to kill him. Prathap Valliyath was s man who never cared for anyone or anything except money. He had failed miserably as a father and husband.

"What? Why do you say your father is innocent? He,along with his other siblings killed Anand."the priest said.

"What? I was told Anand Uncle committed suicide. "she was shocked to hell.

"Lie.... Your uncle was killed by his own blood, his own brothers and sister.
I still remember how the Valliyath heirs (Prathap,Vikram and Parvathi) came here in a terrified state after going through numerous spine chilling experiences.
First, they told me that Anand's death was a suicide but their eyes said something else. After a lot of questioning, they opened up how mercilessly they killed Anand despite they were born from same mother's womb.
Two days after their visit, Parvathi's husband Mayukh was found dead near Anand's outhouse.
They came here again and begged me to save them from Anand and I had no option other than confining him in the coffin."
Long silence prevailed and she stared at the priest while hot saline liquid ran down her cheeks.
She was not crying for her father and his other siblings. She knew they can do anything.
People who had tried to touch their own daughters inappropriatly,people who can cheat their spouses infront of their eyes, people who don't mind firing a bullet at someone's chest without a second thought, can do this to their own blood,no doubt.
She was crying for her uncle who was found dead in his own outhouse with blood streaming out of his vein.There were small wounds on his head and legs.
She can guess how brutally he had been tortured.
She was the first one who spotted his corpse as she had been very eager to meet him and opened the door of the outhouse when none was around. She was welcomed by the heart rendering sight of her uncle laying on the floor with wide eyes and motionless body in a small pool of blood.
"If I help him, will he be in peace? "she asked after a long pause.

"No child,his last rites should be done."

"By his son? "she asked disappointedly.

"Yes. I know you don't know anything about his whereabouts but if you want to to free Anand, his last rites should be done. "

"I'll try my best to find him. Thank you Pandit ji. "she said.

Maya walked out and started the car.Old memories of Anand and his family lingered in her mind. They loved her more than her father.Anand used to sit on the easy chair in his outhouse and she would sit on his lap while he caressed her hair affectionately.
Meera was like her second mother and looked after her when her parents where busy with work. She used to tell her stories and pamper her more than Adithya.
She still didn't knew what Adithya meant to her. They used to fight all the time but couldn't sleep properly if they didn't see each other for a day. The first thing that pops in her head if she think about her childhood is his cute innocent face.
'His family gave me blissful memories to cherish and my family gave them endless sorrow.'she thought sadly.
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Maya walked into her uncle's outhouse. It was filled with cobwebs and dust. Few wild bats were hanging upside down on its roof. She coughed and composed herself.
She too has her fears.
"Why? Why did they kill you?"she asked curiously and the piano laying beside her started playing her uncle's favourite tone, Rise of destruction.
A book fell down from the bookshelf that stood on her right.
She picked it up and started viewing it's pages. She saw a folded paper in between two of its pages.She took it and opened it.

I know my days are counted. My own blood is planning to kill me.My siblings whom I loved more than myself want to see my death. Why do they loathe me to the extent that they could think of killing me?
Till day, I haven't even thought of harming them. I have never done anything that troubles them.
Is money more valuable than brotherhood? Is life nothing in front of it? Is love meaningless?
My siblings' answer would be a yes, I know.
My own kin wishes to slay me so that they get all the wealth registered in my name.
My parents registered forty percent of our family wealth on my name so that others would look after me as they think I'm mad. They never knew this precaution would lead to my death.

I don't know who you are.Maybe you are reading this centuries after my death. I just want to say that my death was caused due to greed for money.

A drop of tear trickled down her eye.
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