Charu’s final year of college begins with a punch.

One arrogant team captain. One broken nose. One furious disciplinary committee.

Her punishment? Spend the entire football season sweating inside the university mascot suit as Tuffy the Tiger, dancing on the sidelines while the same boys she put in place cheer from the field.

She can survive humiliation. She cannot survive Coach Samrat Yadav.

Samrat is a former national league football star who walked away from the spotlight at his peak. He agrees to coach at a private university for one year as a favour. One season. No attachments. No complications.

Then a five-foot-something menace in a tiger costume slams into him during practice and refuses to back down.

She doesn’t care about his fame. She doesn’t flinch under his authority. She looks at him like he’s just a man.

And that’s his undoing.

She’s a student. She’s under his supervision.

If anyone finds out what’s happening between them, the scandal won’t just ruin careers—it will ruin families.

He knows the rules. He breaks them anyway.

What starts as irritation turns into fascination. Fascination turns into surveillance. And surveillance becomes obsession.

Because Samrat doesn’t like losing control.

And he especially doesn’t like wanting something he shouldn’t.

On a campus where gossip spreads faster than fire and reputations are fragile, Tuffy the Tiger might just be hiding something far more dangerous inside the costume.

Forbidden tension. Possessive coach. Public teasing. Private fixation.

This isn’t a sports romance. It’s a slow fall into something reckless.