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Mira Adebayo has her life carefully mapped out—career-focused, emotionally guarded, and living thousands of miles from home. But when a routine airport pickup for a client turns into a chaotic twist of fate, she mistakenly picks up Noah, a charming stranger from her home country. Unbeknownst to both, one wrong encounter leads to the unraveling of everything Mira has worked for.

After a ruined project and an unexpected firing, Mira returns home heartbroken—only to cross paths with Noah again, this time on her own soil. With resentment bubbling and attraction refusing to fade, their accidental meeting evolves into a slow-burning war of emotions.

But when tragedy strikes and Mira is forced to confront her past, Noah becomes the only one who sees beyond her defenses. As secrets unravel and feelings deepen, they must choose between the walls they’ve built and the hearts they never planned to lose.

Enemies by chance. Lovers by fate. But can love bloom from a mistake that changed everything?

Unplanned Hearts

Mira stepped out of the airport and into the warm, dusty embrace of her home country, the place she once couldn't wait to escape. But now, with her suitcase dragging behind her and grief weighing on her chest, it didn't feel like home. It felt like a memory turned bitter.

The loss of her father was still fresh, the funeral barely over. Family friends offered their condolences, but nothing pierced through the fog she was in. She moved through the days like a ghost—eating because she had to, sleeping because her body gave in, breathing because she had no choice.

And then, on a quiet Wednesday, he appeared again.

He was standing outside a community center, laughing with a group of kids, sleeves rolled up, sunlight dancing in his hair. Mira froze. For a moment, her lungs forgot how to function.

She could turn and leave. Pretend it wasn't him. Pretend she hadn't spent sleepless nights replaying the sound of his voice or the almost-kiss that stole her peace.

They stood across the street from each other—two people tethered by an invisible string neither of them asked for.

"Noah," she greeted, voice neutral.

"Mira," he said, carefully. "I… heard about your father. I'm sorry."

An awkward silence stretched between them. It was strange—how the same man who once made her want to scream in frustration now made her ache with things she didn't want to name.

"I didn't expect to see you here," she said.

"I could say the same." He gave a small smile. "I'm volunteering while sorting out my long-term plans. Life's been… unpredictable."

She laughed dryly. "That's one word for it."

Another pause. He studied her face, then gently asked, "Are you okay?"

That honesty surprised even her. But Noah didn't rush to fill the silence or offer empty words. He just stood there, quietly present.

"I have to go," she said, turning to leave.

"If you ever want to talk… or scream at someone… or throw things, I'm around."

She didn't answer, just walked away with her heart thudding harder than it had in weeks.

Because part of her wanted to turn back.

And neither was falling—for someone she wasn't sure she could forgive.

Home Isn't What It Used to Be