Hey pookies🎀, I'm your author Nitya♡ Hope you all doing well here is the first chapter of Novel Tara Sitara: Their Curse and Cure. I know it's a short chapter around 3000 words but I'll make sure to write 5000 words in every chapter so Enjoy the chapter Next will upload soon

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Boom!!!!

The arrow tore through the air and hit the bullseye dead center.

A burst of applause filled the air.

A boy, clapping his hands with a grin on his face, teased,

"Wow, madam! Such perfect aim. One day, please aim an arrow at my heart too!"

Tara rolled her eyes, unimpressed by yet another cheesy pickup line.

"Cut the flirting, will you? I’m not interested in your nonsense," she said sharply.

The boy laughed, clearly enjoying her irritation.

"Oho, and why not? Maybe you're secretly interested in me?"

Tara lowered her bow with a sigh.

"If I can’t stand your lines, what makes you think I’d be interested in you?"

"Why not?" he winked playfully. "It could happen… it definitely could happen."

Tara shot him a glare but chose not to respond.

Just then, an elderly man approached them, walking briskly with a small cane in hand. His smile was warm and familiar.

"Hey hey, what’s going on here?" his voice carried a hint of concern.

Tara immediately put down her bow and rushed to his side, smiling brightly.

"Nanu! Come, sit down."

The old man gave her a disapproving look.

"Tara, how many times do I have to tell you? These dangerous things are not toys. Only use them when absolutely necessary."

Tara grinned mischievously.

"Nanu, dangerous things are scared of me. That's why I enjoy playing with them."

The boy couldn’t resist chiming in, teasing,

"Yeah, Nanu, you know how she is. Don't even try. By the way, have you eaten yet?"

The old man looked at both of them with affection and shook his head.

"Yes, yes, I have. Actually, I came to call you both for lunch. Come on, let’s eat together."

"Let's go!" the boy said excitedly.

"Coming, Nanu!" Tara called out, laughing as she followed her grandfather.

Meanwhile, on the Other Side

"Hey! Wash those dishes properly! You’re getting lazier by the day," a woman barked harshly.

"Yes, Chachi. I’m washing them properly," a young girl replied quietly, scrubbing the plates with trembling hands.

Just then, another girl stormed in, her face twisted with anger.

She threw a bundle of papers straight at Sitara’s face.

"What is this, Sitara?! You can't even do one thing right! Because of you, I got scolded at school today!" the girl screamed.

Before Sitara could even process what had happened, another sharp slap landed across her cheek.

"You better stay in your limits, understand? Otherwise, you’ll regret it!" her Chachi shouted, her voice dripping with venom.

"But, Chachi... I—" Sitara tried to explain, her voice barely a whisper.

"Enough! You won’t listen this way," Chachi snarled, grabbing Sitara’s delicate hand and forcing it dangerously close to the hot stove.

"Ahhh!" Sitara cried out, trying to pull away.

Suddenly—

"Hey! What’s going on here?" another woman rushed into the kitchen, alarmed by the commotion.

"Mumma! Please save me! Chachi was trying to burn my hand!" Sitara sobbed, hiding behind her mother.

The woman’s eyes blazed with fury as she stepped protectively in front of her daughter.

"How dare you lay a finger on Sitara! She’s my daughter. Think twice before even dreaming of hurting her again."

"And who’s going to stop me?" Chachi sneered, unfazed.

"I will," Sitara’s mother said coldly. "And if you ever try this again, I’ll make sure you’re thrown out of this house. You know very well I can do it."

Chachi glared but stayed silent, grinding her teeth in anger.

"Come on, beta. Let’s go," Sitara’s mother said softly, wrapping an arm around her daughter and leading her away.

"Thank you, Mumma," Sitara whispered, her voice trembling.

Her mother smiled warmly and cupped her cheek.

"No need to thank me, my love. You focus on your studies now, okay? Exams are around the corner. Leave all this behind."

"Okay, Mumma. Thank you..." Sitara said, wiping her tears.

With a small, hopeful smile, she walked away—leaving behind the hatred and cruelty, and stepping towards a better tomorrow.

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The sun was high, the air warm, and the college campus buzzed with laughter and footsteps.

Tara adjusted her sunglasses as she walked through the main gate, her leather boots clicking against the stone path.

She wore confidence like her second skin—tight black jeans, a white crop tee, and that signature devil-may-care aura.

Beside her strolled Daksh Mathur, her best friend since forever.

Tall, effortlessly charming, with that casual smirk that made half the campus sigh.

"You know," Daksh said, glancing sideways, "people are scared of you more than the professors."

Tara smirked. "Good. Keeps the idiots away."

"Or invites the more daring ones," he murmured, just as a figure appeared ahead.

Kundan.

Tara rolled her eyes.

"Speak of the devil..." she muttered under her breath.

Kundan walked straight toward them, his eyes shamelessly scanning her from head to toe.

He was the kind of guy who thought cheap pickup lines were attractive and consent was optional.

"Looking hot today, Tara," he said, stopping right in her path.

Daksh narrowed his eyes but held back. Tara could handle herself—too well.

She looked at Kundan, removing her shades slowly. Her eyes were sharp, cold.

"Looking desperate today, Kundan," she replied, voice like ice.

Kundan chuckled. "Oof, feisty as always. I like that. Wanna grab a coffee sometime? Just us two?"

"No. I prefer my coffee without the cockroach vibes," she shot back, already moving past him.

But Kundan stepped ahead, blocking her again.

"C'mon yaar, don't play hard to get. You know you're hot. And I know how to handle girls like you."

Tara's jaw clenched. Her fists curled.

"Back. Off."

"Or what?" Kundan smirked and reached out to touch her arm.

That was it.

Before he could even lay a finger, Tara grabbed his wrist, twisted it with a snap, and kicked him straight in the gut, sending him stumbling back.

Gasps echoed across the courtyard.

"You wanted to see bold? Here's bold!" she shouted, walking toward him.

Slap.

Punch.

Kick.

She wasn't done. Tara grabbed his collar, shoved him to the ground, and rained down blow after blow.

"Don't you EVER touch me!"

Another hit.

"And don't you EVER try to flirt with me like I'm an object!"

Another kick to the ribs.

Kundan cried out, shielding his face. Students stood frozen, unsure whether to intervene or just record.

That’s when Daksh rushed in, grabbing her arms gently but firmly.

"Tara! Hey—HEY! Stop!" he said, pulling her back.

Her breathing was wild. Rage blazing in her eyes.

"What the hell happened?" Daksh asked, eyeing Kundan, who lay groaning on the ground like the pathetic trash he was.

Tara pulled away, voice shaking with fury.

"He tried to touch me, Daksh. That bastard thought he could flirt, corner, and touch me without permission!"

That was all Daksh needed to hear.

His fists clenched, and in two long strides, he grabbed Kundan by his collar.

"You messed with the wrong girl, man."

And then Daksh hit him. Hard.

Once.

Twice.

Enough to make sure Kundan wouldn't forget.

Blood trickled from Kundan’s nose as he whimpered, "Please… I didn’t mean…"

"You meant exactly what you did," Daksh growled. "And now you’ll remember exactly what happens when you cross Tara Khanna."

Tara stood behind him, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Her knuckles were scraped, her eyes still burning.

Slowly, she turned to the crowd, voice clear and loud:

"This—this is for every girl who’s been harassed, touched, or followed. I don’t care who you are. You touch me without permission, you’ll lose your hands. Got it?"

The crowd slowly clapped—some in awe, some in fear.

A security guard ran up, confused and panicked.

Daksh stepped forward. "Don't worry. He slipped. Repeatedly."

Tara shot a sarcastic smile. "On his ego."

She turned to Daksh, brushing dust off her clothes.

"Thanks for backing me up."

He looked at her and smirked.

"Always. But next time—maybe don’t break all his bones before I show up?"

She grinned.

"No promises."

And with that, Tara and Daksh walked off like they owned the damn campus.

Which, frankly, they did.

From the shadows of the administrative block’s terrace, a pair of sharp eyes watched everything unfold.

Rudransh Singh Rathore stood there, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a burning cigarette that had long been forgotten.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. As the silent owner of the college, he rarely stepped onto the campus—especially not in broad daylight.

But today… something had pulled him here.

And now he knew why.

His cold gaze followed Tara—blood on her knuckles, dust on her clothes, fire in her eyes.

She walked like a storm wrapped in skin. Unapologetic. Untamed.

Dangerous.

Just like him.

“Who the hell is she?” Rudransh muttered, more to himself than his bodyguard standing behind.

“Student, sir,” the man replied quietly. “Tara Khanna. Political science major. Top of her class. Lives with her family.  Fiercely independent.”

Rudransh let out a slow exhale, the smoke curling around his face like shadows.

His lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk. “Fierce, bold... unpredictable. Interesting.”

He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the stone railing, eyes locked on the girl who just beat a guy senseless without flinching.

She didn’t just fight back. She dominated. Commanded. Owned the chaos.

And something inside Rudransh stirred.

Not lust.

Not infatuation.

Something... deeper.

Something dangerous.

“She doesn’t even know,” he said under his breath. “She just became mine.”

His bodyguard stiffened, knowing exactly what those words meant coming from him.

Rudransh Singh Rathore didn’t fall for girls.

He claimed them.

Silently.

Strategically.

And once his interest was piqued—there was no turning back.

He flicked his cigarette down, watching the embers fade into the wind.

“Keep an eye on her,” he ordered. “Every class. Every move. Every breath. I want to know everything about Tara Khanna.”

And then he turned, his coat swirling behind him like a warning of the storm that had just begun.

Because for the first time in years, the cold-blooded mafia king felt something.

And Tara?

She had no idea that her biggest war wasn’t with creeps like Kundan—

It was with the man watching her from above, who had just decided:

She would be his.

At any cost.

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The campus of Sunrise Girls College was alive with chatter, laughter, and excited plans.

The warm breeze carried the scent of fresh blooms, and students buzzed around, clutching books, coffees, and endless stories to tell.

In the corner near the lush garden, Sitara Sehgal sat with her friends—Mehak, Riya, and Ishita—their faces glowing with excitement.

“Guys, can you believe it?” Mehak beamed. “We’re actually getting a college-sponsored trip to Mumbai!”

Sitara’s eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled shyly.

“I’ll have to ask Mumma first...” she murmured, fiddling with her bracelet. “But honestly, maybe... maybe I'll meet my dream man there. You know—the one I've imagined my whole life.”

Riya teased, "Your fictional prince charming? Tall, mysterious, dreamy?"

Sitara blushed. "Exactly! He'll save me in the rain with one look... or maybe accidentally bump into me at Marine Drive," she giggled, her eyes shimmering with hope.

They all laughed together, painting fairy tales in the air.

But then, out of nowhere, a boy from the adjacent boys’ college crossed the garden, confidently striding toward them.

In his hand—a single red rose.

“Sitara!” he called out, catching the attention of everyone nearby.

The girls paused, looking at each other in confusion.

He came to stand right in front of Sitara, breathing heavily, nerves masked poorly under fake bravado.

“I... I love you, Sitara. Will you be mine?”

For a second, the world froze.

Sitara blinked, her mind racing. Who was he even? She didn’t know him... and this? This wasn’t how she had imagined her first proposal!

She stood up slowly, hands crossed.

“I’m sorry,” Sitara said politely but firmly. “You’re... not the kind of person I’ve dreamt of. I can’t accept this.”

The boy’s face turned red, the rose trembling in his hand. “What do you mean? I’m standing right here, giving you everything!”

Sitara shook her head. "You’re not the one written in my story. My fictional man would understand me... not force himself into my life."

Hearing this, something in the boy snapped. His face twisted with anger.

Before Sitara could react, he grabbed both her wrists tightly.

The rose fell on the ground, forgotten.

Sitara gasped, fear creeping into her wide brown eyes. "Let me go!" she said, struggling against his grip.

The garden that had been buzzing moments ago turned silent as people began noticing the scene unfolding.

“Don’t be stupid, Sitara!” the boy hissed. “You will accept me!”

Before things could escalate, Mehak and Ishita rushed forward.

"Leave her!" Mehak shouted, yanking Sitara’s arm free with all her strength.

Riya immediately stood between Sitara and the boy, shielding her.

"One more move," Ishita warned, her voice like cold steel, "and we’re dragging you to the Principal's office."

The boy froze, realizing eyes from all directions were now glaring at him. Teachers had begun stepping out of classrooms.

"You’ll be suspended! Or worse!" Riya snapped.

Mehak glared. "And good luck explaining to your parents why you’re manhandling girls!"

The boy, breathing heavily, dropped Sitara’s hand completely and took two steps back. His bravado melted into humiliation.

Sitara stood still, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. Tears stung her eyes but she blinked them away quickly. She refused to look weak.

"You’re not the hero of my story," she whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

Without another word, the boy turned and fled across the campus, leaving only the crushed rose behind.

Sitara’s friends immediately circled her, hugging her tight.

"You okay?" Mehak whispered.

Sitara nodded slowly. "I’m fine... but Mumbai can’t come soon enough."

They laughed softly, their bond stronger than ever, as they helped Sitara walk away—toward dreams bigger, better, and far safer.

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