𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

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I just want to take a moment to clarify something that I've mentioned before, and I'll say it again now: this book is **pure**—and I mean that in the most heartfelt way. It is a **soft romance** with a touch of **revenge**, but it is written with a focus on emotional depth, connection, and a slow-burning love story. If you're expecting any *explicit scenes*, I want to let you know that I don't write that kind of content, so this book may not be for you. But if you love to read stories about love, personal growth, and redemption, then I invite you to stay and enjoy this journey with me. Your support and votes mean a lot, and I truly appreciate each of you who connects with this story.  ......

happy reading 

AUTHOR'SPOV

Anaya was six months pregnant. The soft glow of pregnancy had started to give way to moments of exhaustion, restlessness, and, more than anything, mood swings.

 Some days, she felt like she could conquer the world with Maan by her side, and on others, she felt as though she could barely keep herself together.

It was a warm afternoon when it all started. Maan had just returned from a meeting and was in the middle of unpacking some files when Anaya walked into the room. 

Her movements were slow, as though each step required an extra ounce of energy.

She stopped at the door, watching him with narrowed eyes. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a storm brewing behind those dark eyes.

Maan glanced up, his face lighting up with his usual warmth as he set the files down.

 "Hey, love. How are you feeling today?" he asked, crossing the room to greet her with a kiss on the forehead.

Without warning, Anaya pulled back, a sudden surge of frustration flooding her veins. "I'm fine," she said sharply, her tone a little too cold.

Maan paused, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. 

His eyes softened as he approached her. "Anaya, what's wrong?" His voice was gentle, his hand reaching out to touch her arm.

But Anaya jerked away from him, her frustration bubbling over. "I'm tired, Maan. 

Tired of being pregnant all the time. Tired of the mood swings, tired of the constant aches, tired of everything changing. Don't you understand?"

Maan's expression faltered, but he didn't retreat. He knew how hard it was for her, how much she was sacrificing. But he was still learning the delicate art of balancing between being a supportive husband and giving her the space she needed to process everything.

He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to soothe her. "Anaya, I understand. I know it's not easy for you. But you're doing so well, and I'm so proud of you."

Her gaze flickered to him, but she wasn't finished. "Do you even care? You don't look at me the same way anymore. All you care about is our child, Maan. Our baby."The words struck him like a blow

.

 His heart clenched, and he stepped back, taking a moment to process. He had been so focused on her well-being and the upcoming arrival of their child, perhaps he hadn't been paying enough attention to *her*—his Anaya.