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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 wasn't sure what had changed.

The days with Noah felt lighter, more grounded. But beneath the ease, there was tension—like a taut string pulled between two points, beautiful in its fragility. They hadn't defined anything, hadn't made promises. But the way he looked at her across the couch, half a smile hidden behind his coffee mug, said everything.

"You're staring," he said one morning.

She looked away too quickly. "You've got something in your teeth."

"I like everything about you, unfortunately."

"No," she replied slowly. "Just… real."

He reached out, brushing her fingers with his. "Then let's be real."

Mira's old team had started calling again—former coworkers who suddenly wanted to "reconnect," to "collaborate." She could read between the lines: they saw her potential now that she had Claudia backing her. And maybe Noah. Maybe her rising name was becoming the glittering thread they were trying to cling to.

Meanwhile, Noah faced his own pressure. His company's Paris expansion was moving faster than expected, and his name kept showing up in media headlines. One evening, a reporter ambushed them as they left a gallery opening, snapping photos, asking about their "relationship."

Mira froze. Noah slipped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her past the flashing lights.

Inside the car, she asked quietly, "Is this going to get worse?"

"I'll try. But more than that, I'll stand beside you when it hits."

The honesty rattled her more than a pretty promise ever could.

That night, Mira stayed at his apartment. She couldn't sleep. She walked around his quiet living room, brushing her fingers along his books, his photos, his life. There were pieces of her now, tucked into corners—her scarf on the chair, her sketches near the window.

He found her watching the city lights.

"Trouble sleeping?" he asked softly.

They curled into each other on the couch, and Mira rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

She whispered, "This feels like the beginning of something."

Noah murmured, "Or the middle of something we never really started right the first time."

She looked up. "What if I still ruin things?"

"You probably will," he said with a grin. "But I'm pretty good at rebuilding."

Their laughter was soft. Their kiss, softer.

In a world that moved too fast, they gave themselves permission to slow down—to rediscover love, not as a grand gesture, but in the quiet moments of choosing each other.

Tension and Teacups