Tara Mehra doesn't do workplace crushes. Especially not on men in tailored suits who think silence equals control. She's here to make a name for herself - not moan it against glass walls. But then he walks in. Vihaan Roy is all sharp angles, unreadable eyes, and a voice that could ruin a girl in three syllables. And he knows it. He doesn't smile. He doesn't flirt. He just says, "Mehra, my office. Now." And every damn time, she follows. They address each other by last names. They argue like it's foreplay. They hate the way they want each other. One stolen kiss in the dark wrecks the rules. Now she's on his lap more than her chair. And he's breaking his own protocol just to hear her say please. But just as desire turns obsessive, a company leak threatens everything - and all evidence points to Tara. Framed. Cornered. Betrayed. Vihaan came here with a mission. Catch the traitor. Close the deal. But Tara Mehra is the one variable he can't control - and the one secret he swore he'd never fall for. Now, lines will blur. Loyalties will snap. And when the truth finally explodes, someone's going down... hard. Enemies-to-lovers. Biting tension. Car kisses. Desk arguments. Forbidden heat. And a secret that could destroy everything - or turn them into each other's only salvation. Welcome to the most dangerous boardroom in the city. And remember: Never trust a man who calls you by your last name like it's a threat... and a promise.