In the heart of bustling Manhattan, Mia Carter stared at the numbers on her computer screen, feeling suffocated by the endless rows of figures. As a top financial analyst at one of the city's most prestigious firms, Mia had always prided herself on her ability to dissect balance sheets and predict market trends with
precision. But lately, the numbers seemed to mock her, reminding her of the boundaries they imposed on her life.
"It's getting out of my hand .... I must do something.. or else ..." Mia scold herself.
Fed up with the monotony of her corporate existence, Mia slammed her laptop.
"Oooo fu*k what the hell is that shit going on" .
She shut and stormed out of her sleek, glass-walled office. She longed for something more than the relentless pursuit of profit and power. Something real. Something meaningful.
"I think I need a break.."
On a whim, Mia wandered into a small art gallery tucked away in a quiet corner of the city.
"I should restart my mind ... or else it will blow away" .
She admire all the artworks hanging from the wall . There were total three floors with a approx. 50+ artworks but the numbers don't matter for Mia . From her childhood she was very fond of painting .
Upon grazing she was stuck by a lovely village farm painting and then ....
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In the heart of the countryside, nestled between rolling hills and lush meadows, lies a picturesque village farm enveloped in a serene tranquility. Here, the air is sweet with the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming wildflowers, and the only sounds that break the silence are the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant melody of birdsong.
Inside the farmhouse, a peaceful couple, Mark Carter and Emily Carter, sit by the crackling fireplace, their daughter Mia Carter nestled between them. The room is alive with the flickering dance of flames, casting playful shadows on the walls adorned with rustic paintings and family photographs.
As the evening unfolds, the family gathers around the worn wooden table, sharing laughter and stories over a hearty meal prepared with love from the bounty of their own land. The aroma of freshly baked bread mingles with the scent of homegrown herbs, creating an atmosphere of comfort and contentment.
Outside, the fading light bathes the farm in a soft, ethereal glow, painting the landscape in hues of gold and lavender. In the distance, the silhouette of grazing livestock against the backdrop of a setting sun adds to the timeless beauty of the scene.
Together, surrounded by the simple pleasures of nature and the warmth of family, Mark, Emily, and their daughter Mia bask in the quiet joy of togetherness, cherishing these precious moments of peace and tranquility that define the essence of their rural paradise.
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Mia was stuck in her childhood and forgot she was in the centre of the hallway
Just then ..
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BANG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mia was on ground because of the collision with somebody .... Mia was angry with the stranger , she started with " wtf ,do you have eyes ,you assho... " ....
She was not able to complete her sentence as she saw a handsome man .
Their eyes meet across the crowded concourse, and time seems to stand still. Drawn to each other by an inexplicable magnetism, they find themselves drawn into each other's orbit, their paths converging in a collision of fate and possibility.
"How beautiful this man is ." Mia said to herself
"Oh I am sorry .... I was so into watching these artworks I forgot there are other people "
Alexander Stone, a young billionaire whose chiseled features and piercing hazel eyes captivate all who dare to meet his gaze.
With a jawline that could cut glass and a smile that could melt the iciest of hearts, Alexander exudes an effortless charm that belies the weight of his responsibilities as the heir to a vast financial empire.
Despite his tender age, Alexander possesses a wisdom far beyond his years, tempered by the trials and tribulations of navigating the cutthroat world of high finance. His keen intellect and sharp wit are matched only by his insatiable drive to succeed, propelling him to the pinnacle of success at a remarkably young age.
"It's not your fault I was also stuck by the beauty of these paintings and I forgot there are people who are wandering ... people with handsome features...."
Mia said
"So you are flirting with me ?" Alexander questioned.
"Why are you so straight ?" Mia asked
"It's me who first questiond " Alexander corrected .
"See mister I just said what is true ... if you take this in that way ... it's not my fault ... "
Mia said calmly and gathered all her belongings and walked away .
"Interesting " Alexander gave a evil grin
"I want all her information in 15 mins " he ordered his assistant and walked at the parking holding is iphone and texting to someone
" I found her "
He then started his engine and vanished into the mist ..
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