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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 stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down her blouse for the third time. Her stomach churned with nerves, a tight knot of unease nestled deep inside. Today was her first day at the new job—one she'd taken out of necessity, not passion.

The small branding agency wasn't her dream, but it was a place to start again. To reclaim some control after everything that had fallen apart.

She checked her phone. No message from Noah. They hadn't spoken since their quiet reconciliation three nights ago. No fights. No arguments. Just space—unspoken and mutual.

As she walked to the bus stop, she tried to push away the sense of déjà vu. New job. Same city. Different version of her.

Across town, Noah sat in the boardroom of a high-rise office, tapping his pen against his notebook. He wasn't paying attention to the pitch happening in front of him. His thoughts were stuck—on Mira.

He hadn't called, not because he didn't want to, but because he wasn't sure how to move forward. He was used to women who didn't ask for more than what he could give. Mira was different. She demanded presence, depth, honesty.

And he wasn't sure he could keep giving those things without falling apart.

At lunch, Mira sat alone in the breakroom, staring at a half-eaten sandwich. Her new coworkers were friendly, but distant. She was still the outsider.

Her fingers hovered over the screen. She shouldn't go. She should keep her distance. But her heart answered before her mind could argue.

She sighed, smiling despite herself. Damn him and his stupid charm.

Noah opened the door wearing an apron dusted with flour and a sheepish grin. "Don't judge me. I Googled three recipes and still burned the first two."

Mira stepped inside, the scent of garlic and butter wrapping around her like a blanket. "You cooked?"

They ate at his kitchen counter—simple pasta, a bottle of wine between them. The conversation flowed easier than expected.

"So," Noah said, twirling his fork, "how's the new gig?"

She hesitated, then told the truth. "It's... fine. Not exciting, but it's stable. I'm figuring it out."

"Maybe that's what life is sometimes. Just figuring it out."

She nodded, watching the way the candlelight flickered against his face.

When dinner was done, they moved to the living room, sitting closer than before.

"You know," he said, voice quieter now, "I haven't stopped thinking about what you said. About not disappearing."

He looked at her like she was the only thing in the room. "I want to stay. But I don't want to keep doing this halfway thing."

"Then don't," she whispered. "But if you want this, you have to let me be all in. Not just the version of me that fits into your world."

He leaned in, brushing a hand down her cheek. "Then be in it, Mira. Be in all of it."

And just like that, the lines between enemies and lovers blurred—drawn, then erased, again and again.

Lines in the Sand