Rathore Ltd. isn't just an empire — it's a fortress of power, secrets, and a family name whispered with equal parts respect and fear. At its head sits Vikrant Singh Rathore — 28, ruthless, cold, and known to break careers before lunch. He doesn't do soft. He doesn't do slow. And he definitely doesn't do feelings. Anaya Sharma just needs to survive her job. Between an overprotective mom, a strict-but-loving dad who once worked in these very halls, and a best friend who won't let her skip lunch even on her worst days — she's got enough on her plate without a boss who counts her late mornings like sins. But when late mornings turn into forced overtime, and forced overtime turns into stolen glances neither of them means to give — something shifts. Vikrant starts noticing things he has no business noticing. The way she laughs freely with someone who isn't him. The way another man's lips brush her hand and his jaw locks before he even understands why. He doesn't do jealousy. Except, apparently, when it comes to her. Anaya doesn't do falling for cold, unreadable men who terrify half the office. Except, apparently, she might already be starting to. Between boardroom deals, family legacies, old accidents no one talks about, and a boss who runs hot and cold in the same breath — Anaya is about to learn that Rathore Ltd. keeps more than just business secrets behind its glass doors. A slow-burn office romance of ice, fire, and everything neither of them saw coming.