She bakes with memories. He builds without looking back. One insult. One glance. Everything changed. Kia Sharma lives in a world of spice and softness, running her late father's bakery like it's the only thing keeping her anchored. It's hers-every flavor, every stubborn refusal to sell. Alexander Cross doesn't lose control. Not of his empire. Not of his emotions. But when a girl in a red saree dismisses his world with a single sentence, she does something no one else has managed in years-she gets under his skin. It should've ended there. But pride doesn't take kindly to defiance. And neither does he. A tale of ego, fire, and the storm that brews when two very different worlds refuse to bend.