The story begins at the gates of RK College.

A black bike roars through the entrance at full speed, instantly grabbing everyone’s attention. Heads turn. Conversations pause.

A girl is riding it.

Dressed in a black jacket, she rides with confidence, control… and zero fear. She parks the bike smoothly, removes her helmet, and lets her tied hair settle neatly as she adjusts it with effortless style.

The girls around her can’t help but stare.

She wasn’t like them.

While most girls arrived on scooties, she walked into college on a powerful bike—like she owned the place.

Her name was Tara.

She usually kept her hair tied. Her face carried a sharp, striking aura—strong, fearless, almost intimidating.

The girls in college didn’t like her much.

Some whispered behind her back, calling her a tomboy.

But Tara?

She didn’t care. Not even a little.

She minded her own business. Always.

Tara walked toward her class.

Inside, her best friend Pari was already there. They had been friends since childhood… but what they shared was more than just friendship—it was something deeper, unbreakable.

As Tara entered the class, a group of girls started whispering.

One of them, Vani, smirked and said loudly,

“Look… the man of the class has arrived. Girls, be careful.”

Her friends burst into laughter.

Tara stopped.

For a moment, her eyes darkened with anger. Then suddenly… she smiled.

A calm, dangerous smile.

She turned to Vani and said,

“Looks like you don’t know the difference between a boy and a girl…

Maybe your boyfriend looks more like a girl.”

The laughter stopped instantly.

Vani’s face tightened with anger.

Before things could escalate, Pari quickly stepped in, walking toward Tara.

“Why do you always start fighting the moment you enter the class?” she said softly.

Tara raised an eyebrow.

“You’re seeing me… but not hearing what she said?”

Pari sighed, holding her arm gently.

“Okay, fine. It’s okay. Just calm down… let’s go sit.”

Tara exhaled and walked with her.

Both of them took their seats.