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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

The morning sun painted Mira's bedroom in soft gold, but her thoughts were far from peaceful. The folder from Elan Corp sat unopened on her nightstand like a ticking bomb. Sleep had been elusive; her mind circled around every possibility, every consequence.

She rose, made coffee, and stared at the steam curling from her cup.

This wasn't just a job offer—it was a crossroad.

Later that afternoon, Mira found herself walking through the city, needing air, space, noise—anything to drown the storm inside her. She passed familiar places: the bookstore where she'd sketched designs in secret, the old brick alley where she'd first met her mentor, and eventually… the office building of Elan Corp.

She stood across the street and stared at it.

She didn't know how long she'd been standing there until she felt a presence beside her.

"I had a feeling I'd find you here," he said, not smiling this time.

She glanced at him. "I'm not going in. Just... remembering."

He didn't press her. Instead, he stepped closer, both of them watching the people moving in and out of the glass doors.

"I've been offered a role too," he said suddenly.

That caught her off guard. "At Elan?"

"No. A different firm. Back in Paris."

He nodded, his eyes on hers. "It's an incredible opportunity. But it means leaving... everything."

Silence stretched between them, taut and uncertain.

"I don't want to be the reason you stay or go," Mira said, voice softer than a whisper.

"You're not," he replied, stepping closer. "But you're the reason I'm even torn."

She looked up at him, heart thudding. "What are we even doing, Noah?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "But it's real. And maybe that's enough."

Mira stepped back, needing space to breathe. "I need to decide who I am before I decide who I am with."

It hurt to say it. But it was the truth.

Noah nodded slowly, swallowing hard. "Then I'll wait. However long it takes."

She nodded back, tears threatening to spill. "I just need to find myself again."

And for the first time in weeks, she felt the edges of something solid inside her.

That evening, Mira walked into Elan Corp. She handed over the folder and said:

"I'll come back. But on my terms."

Outside, the night air hit her face like a promise. She looked up at the stars and whispered to the wind:

And somewhere, beneath the grief and the chaos, hope pulsed like a heartbeat.

Echoes of a Choice