Soooo...yeah.

Tiger's Curse is my favorite book series. So I decided to write a fanfic about it. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own TC.

"Mommy, where are you going?" A two year old boy shouted. He had dark brown hair, much like his mother's. The boy had his father's features and his mother knew that he would one day be as much of a lady-killer as her husband. But what really stood out about him were his eyes. Pirate gold, they reminded her of her brother-in-law, whom she had not seen in four years.

Before she could answer, she gasped and laid a hand on her large stomach. "Ren!"

"I know, Iadala, I know. Just a moment." A tall man rushed in the room, his black hair and cobalt blue eyes shone with both happiness and worry as he turned to his son. "Anik, I need you to stay with your Aunt Jennifer, okay?"

"But Daddy, where are you going?"

The man smiled. "Remember what your mama told you? About the baby?"

"Yeah. Mama's got a baby in her tummy. Why?"

"Well, the baby has to come out some time, hasn't it?"

"I guess. How's it gonna come out?" Anik's innocence was adorable.

Kelsey let out a cry and Ren helped his wife out the door, leaving his son with one simple word. "Magic."

Ren's POV

I laughed happily as the nurse handed me a small figure wrapped in a pink blanket. I gazed down at the crying child and was unable to stop myself from grinning. When I felt a slight touch on my arm, I turned to see my wife gazing up at me. My heart swelled at the sight of her and I passed over the child, kneeling beside the two.

"We have a daughter, Ren." Kelsey smiled, tears in her eyes.

"Yes we do, we do."

The brunette giggled. "Is that all you have to say?"

"Words seem to have left me, Iadala. My happiness has rendered me speechless."

She rolled her eyes. "You're so sappy."

"Mama? Daddy?" A voice asked. We turned to see a small figure standing by the door holding the nurse's hand.

"Anik." I said happily, holding my arms out. He jumped into them and we sat next to Kelsey on the bed. His wide golden eyes stared at the child in his mother's arms.

"Is that the baby?" he asked.

"Yeah, Nicky. This is your baby sister." Kelsey smiled.

He reached out hesitantly and laid a hand on his new sibling. She almost instantly stopped crying and clutched his hand, squeezing it tightly. "What's her name?"

I adjusted him in my lap so that I could look him in the eye while he still held the baby's hand. "We thought we would let you decide that, putra."

He thought for a moment and looked back at the little girl, who had now opened her eyes. A bright, cobalt blue stared back at him and he smiled. "She looks like a princess."

You have no idea, kid. Kelsey seemed to be thinking the same thing, because she gave me a knowing smile.

Anik thought a bit more. "I wanna call her…Damayanti."

Kelsey looked at me and tears came to her eyes. I felt water fall down my cheeks as I looked at my family.

Then, I reached over and picked up the baby from my wife's arms. "Welcome to the family, Damayanti Aurora Rajaram."

Sixteen Years Later

Dama's POV

"Morning Mom!" I shouted as I walked down the stairs.

"Morning, Dama. Did you sleep well?" My mom asked, flipping a pancake.

"Yeah." Weird dream though. "Is that chocolate chip?"

"Of course it is. Who eats plain pancakes?" She joked. This morning mom was wearing a pair of plain black yoga pants and a grey long sleeved t-shirt. Her brown hair was in its usual braid and hung down to her waist. I had always envied her perfectly strait locks that my brother had also inherited.

I, on the other hand, had a curly black mop that refused to behave. I had forced my brush through it and thrown it in a messy bun since it was too early to bother with it. My eyes were cobalt blue, courtesy of my father, and seemed to be my best feature. I was still in my pajamas; black tiger-striped pajama pants and a white tank top that read I Love Tigers in large bold letters.

Neither mom nor daddy looked a day over twenty five. In fact, except for mom's hair having grown a bit, they looked exactly the same as they did in their wedding picture.

"Breakfast is almost ready. Do me a favor and wake up your brother? Ren is at the store but should be back any minute. And wake up Kyle too." She said, currently mixing peanut butter with the pancake batter.

"Kyle? He over again?" I groaned. My brother's best friend was the bane of my existence. Despite being the badboy of the school and the complete opposite of Nick, Kyle had decided to make it his own personnel mission to make my life a living hell.

"Yes, he is. I know you don't like him, Damayanti, but he is your brother's friend."

"But he's so annoying! Besides, I know you are not strict, but I never assumed you and daddy were the type to let hooligans with motorcycles roam free in our house." I argued. "Why are you so lenient anyway?"

Mom sighed. "He is not a hooligan, just a lost soul. And both your father and I were very close to someone who was exactly like Kyle." She spoke softly. Her expression turned sad and she gazed off into space.

"Who?" I asked, curious.

She looked up, as if realizing that I was still there. "No one. Now go wake up the boys before the bacon burns."

"Alright." Knowing not to argue, I headed upstairs to my brother's room, which happened to be across the hall from mine. I banged on the door. "Nick! Wake up!"

No answer. I rolled my eyes and opened the door, shutting it softly and walking over to the snoring figure under the covers. On the floor next to the bed was a dark figure that I knew to be Kyle. I grinned evilly and paced backwards ten spaces before taking a running leap and jumping over him, landing on the bed. When I was in the air, I let out a war cry while laughing.

At my scream Kyle jolted upright and looked at me like I was insane, but Nick didn't move until I had landed on him. The covers flew back and his wide pirate eyes stared at me in surprise. No one could make him scared, not even me. But I could sure as heck surprise him.

"Got ya!" I giggled.

"God, Choti bahana, don't do that!" He shouted.

I groaned. "Don't call me little sister!"

"Not gonna happen, Damayanti." He rolled his eyes.

I stuck my tongue out and crossed my arms. "Mom says breakfast is almost ready."

His eyes lit up and he shoved me off the bed, running towards the door. I, unfortunately, landed on top of Kyle. "Oi!" Kyle yelled.

"Not my fault, bevakupha! He did it!" I yelled back, before muttering a few unkind words in Hindi. Climbing off of him, I marched out the door and down the stairs.

When I got down the stairs, I found Mom piling three plates of food. They each had four pancakes, six pieces of bacon and three eggs. Obvioulsy they were for the boys. "That's probably not enough for them, you know." I told her.

"I know. But I have to make sure there is enough left for us. They can get seconds after we have eaten." Mom spoke. "Get the juice out of the fridge, would you?"

As I was pouring juice, Daddy and Nick came in laughing and Kyle walked down the stairs. I walked over and placed their food on the table. "Morning!"

Kyle nodded and Daddy and Nicky smiled.

"What are we eating?" Nick asked.

"Breakfast, Anik. We are eating Breakfast." Mom said.

He rolled his eyes and Daddy laughed. Kyle, who was still standing by the stairs, gave my mom a smile. I mentally vomited while going over to make my own plate. After everyone was seated at the table, Mom cleared her throat. "So…school starts tomorrow."

I groaned and slammed my head on the table while the boys high fived.

"Come now, putrii, I'm sure school isn't that bad." Daddy said.

"It's not if you are on a sports team or you have a lot of friends or something."I told him. "But I suck at sports. In fact, I haven't even bothered to sign up for one."

"You have plenty of friends." Mom said.

I gave her a look. "Mom, I have one friend."

She sighed. "Well, you could always join the martial arts club."

I rolled my eyes. We had had this discussion before, and it was always the same. Just because Daddy had taught Nick and I martial arts at a young age didn't mean I wanted to prove to the entire student body that there was another reason for me to be labeled a freak. They already had enough reason to do that, and being the only girl in martial arts would just make it worse.

But Mom and Daddy didn't think so. They said that if I enjoy martial arts then I should ignore what others think and go for it. I on the other hand, just wanted to graduate and get to college. I wasn't one for big parties or lots of friends or clubs. I was perfectly content being the unpopular girl with the jock older brother and the tiger obsession.

I stood up and walked over to the fridge, grabbing some chocolate syrup. Sitting back down, I began to soak my food with the liquid Hershey's. Kyle gave me an odd look and Nick shook his head while Mom and Daddy talked in hushed voices. They did that sometimes, so I didn't think anything of it.

Maybe I should have.

Oooh! Cliffhanger!

Or not.

This is my first TC fanfiction so please be nice. Though I have written fafics before for Fairy Tail, I have never tried to write one for something else. I'm a little bit out of my comfort zone.

Who else rereads the series all the time? Tell me i'm not obsessive...or don't. Your choice.

Before anyone asks questions please know that Kishan will be in the Fic. It may take a few chapters, but he will show up.

Thank you for reading!

-Fairy