Leena had always been the kind of girl who turned heads without even trying. At 21, she carried herself with the confidence and grace of someone older, her striking presence often making people mistake her for being in her mid-twenties. Standing at 5'7", she had a curvy yet toned physique, the result of long hours spent navigating construction sites and the natural elegance she carried. Her caramel-toned skin glowed under the city lights, a perfect contrast to her deep, chestnut-brown hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves.
Her emerald-green eyes held a spark of mischief, always seeming to dance with excitement, and her full lips, often painted with a subtle shade of pink, could switch between a teasing smirk and a determined set when she was focused on her work. Leena had always been carefree, a free spirit thriving in the chaos of New York City.
By day, she worked for a construction company, something that often surprised people who assumed she belonged in a glamorous industry. She thrived in the rough-and-tumble world of construction, overseeing projects, negotiating deals, and handling the gruff men on-site with a mixture of charm and authority. Her jeans and work boots were a stark contrast to the dresses and heels she wore on nights out, but both sides of her were equally authentic.
Despite her easygoing nature, life had a way of throwing surprises, and soon, Leena would find herself caught in a whirlwind that would change everything she thought she knew about her life, her job, and even herself.