𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

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The house felt different. It wasn't just the quiet-it was the way Anaya had withdrawn into herself. The way she moved through the rooms, her presence lingering like a whisper, barely there.

Maan noticed everything. How she stared out of the window for longer than usual, how she absentmindedly ran a hand over her belly but never spoke about it, how the warmth in her voice had dimmed into something distant.

She was scared. He knew that.

But what scared him more was that she was keeping it all inside.

That evening, he found her in the nursery, sitting on the rocking chair, eyes lost in the soft glow of the fairy lights he had put up. She looked small, fragile-like if he touched her, she might shatter.

Maan kneeled beside her, resting his head on her lap, his arms wrapping around her legs. "Anaya," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

She didn't respond, just kept staring ahead.

"Talk to me," he pleaded, his fingers tightening around hers.

She exhaled softly, but the silence stretched between them. It wasn't the peaceful kind. It was heavy, suffocating, filled with unsaid fears.

Maan lifted his head, searching her face. "I know you're scared," he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "And I know you think you have to be strong. But you don't have to do this alone, Anaya. Let me in."

Her lips parted, and for a moment, he thought she would speak. But instead, she just shook her head, eyes glistening.

That broke him.

Without a second thought, he pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. He felt her body tremble, the way her fingers clutched at his shirt like she was holding on for dear life.

Maan pressed a kiss to her hair. "It's okay," he whispered. "You don't have to say anything. Just let me hold you."

And finally, after what felt like forever, he felt her break. A soft sob escaped her lips as she buried her face in his neck.

Maan held her tighter. "I'm here," he murmured, rocking her gently. "I'm not going anywhere."

They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other's warmth, her tears soaking into his shirt, his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek.

And in that moment, words weren't needed.

Because his embrace said everything.

He wasn't letting go. Not now. Not ever.

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The rain drummed against the windows that night, filling the quiet house with its steady rhythm. Anaya lay curled up in bed, her back to Maan, her breaths shallow and uneven. Though she wasn't crying anymore, the weight of her silence lingered between them like a wound left open.

Maan couldn't sleep. His eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, his mind restless. He wanted to fix this-to fix her, to take away whatever pain she was burying so deep inside. But how could he, when she wouldn't let him in?

He turned onto his side, reaching out. His fingers barely brushed her back before she tensed. The slight shift in her body, so subtle yet so telling, sent a sharp pang through his chest.

"Anaya," he whispered, hesitant.

She didn't move, didn't respond.

Maan exhaled, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. "I miss you," he murmured.