Ohwofasa_Emonena

Amara Igho has spent years building a quiet life abroad—structured, predictable, and far away from the chaos of her past. But when her cold, demanding boss assigns her to pick up a VIP client from the airport, one wrong name flips her life upside down.

Kian Adewale is charming, arrogant, and definitely not the man Amara was sent to retrieve. Yet he plays along—and she doesn’t realize the mistake until it’s too late. What begins as a simple error snowballs into a professional disaster when Kian unintentionally ruins her biggest project. Fired. Humiliated. Furious.

Back in Nigeria to mourn her father's sudden death, Amara is desperate to find stability. But fate isn't done with her yet—because Kian is there too. Older, even more infuriating, and now entangled in her personal world in ways she never imagined.

The past keeps pulling them apart. Their chemistry keeps pushing them closer.

As secrets unravel and old wounds resurface, Amara must confront the emotional walls she's built—and Kian must decide if love is worth fighting for, even when the odds are stacked against them.

Two broken souls. One unexpected connection.
Can unplanned hearts find a place to heal?

Unplanned Hearts

The rain in Paris was colder than Elena expected. It drizzled without mercy as she stood beneath the narrow shelter of a bus stop, her phone pressed to her ear, listening to Aidan's voice message for the fifth time.

"I know you're busy, Lena. But I'm starting to feel like I'm just… static in the background. Let me in again. Please."

Her throat tightened. Work had consumed her—meetings, deadlines, the endless demand to prove herself in a company that saw her as just another foreign replacement. And in all of that, she'd started slipping. Away from herself. Away from him.

Meanwhile, back home, Aidan stared out the window of his studio apartment, rain tapping like impatient fingers against the glass. The bookstore was quieter now without her laughter. The house felt too large for one person.

He opened their shared playlist. The song that started playing had her voice on it—her humming during one of their lazy mornings. His heart clenched.

He pulled out his sketchbook, flipping through drawings. Her smile. Her hands. A Paris street he'd copied from a photo she sent. Then he paused on one page: her eyes, drawn with more care than the rest. Lonely. Tired. Searching.

Later that night, Elena stood on her balcony, the Eiffel Tower twinkling in the distance. Her phone vibrated with another message.

I won't give up on you. But I won't compete with your silence either.

Her heart cracked. It wasn't anger in his words—it was hurt.

When he answered, the line was quiet for a beat before she said, "I'm scared I'm losing you."

"You're not," Aidan said softly. "But I am losing pieces of us."

"I don't know how to hold all this, Aidan. The pressure. The fear. The fact that you make everything feel like home—and that I might lose that if I keep failing you."

He sighed. "You're not failing me. You're forgetting that love doesn't ask you to be perfect. It asks you to be present."

Elena pressed a trembling hand to her lips.

"I miss you too, Lena. Come home soon. Or let me come to you."

And sometimes, those are the ones that matter most.

Rain Between Cities