My back slammed against the wood. I froze, shocked. "What the hell-" Ujjawal's face was inches from mine. His breath reeked of alcohol, but his eyes-God, his eyes-were sharp, burning right through me. "Why do you hate me so much, Yug?" he whispered, his voice husky, dangerous. "Because I flirt? Because I don't hide what I want? Or... because you feel it too, and it scares you?" My chest tightened painfully. My fists clenched at my sides. "You're drunk. You don't know what you're saying." He tilted his head, smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm saying. You're always looking at me. With those brown eyes of yours, like you want to strangle me... or maybe kiss me." "Stop it," I snapped, but it came out weak, my voice betraying me. He leaned even closer, so close our lips almost brushed. "Tell me to stop... like you mean it." My breath caught. My throat dried up. And then he kissed me. Yug Sharma is sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and stubborn to the core. By day, he's the efficient personal assistant to Rudransh Aggarwal-by night, he's a silent assassin who works only under Rudransh's command. Ujjawal Mittal is reckless, charming, and dangerously persistent. As the CEO of Mittal's Real Estate, he's used to getting what he wants-and right now, he wants the one man who can't stand him.