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Prompt: “It had been one of those days again—small arguments turning into something bigger than they needed to be. Aanya was already exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Being eight months pregnant wasn’t easy, and every little thing felt ten times heavier. That evening, she and Aarav had another argument—nothing serious at first, just a misunderstanding—but it quickly escalated.
Frustrated and overwhelmed, Aanya crossed her arms and pointed toward the living room.
“Fine. If you don’t understand me, then you can sleep outside. On the sofa,” she said, her voice shaky but firm.
Aarav sighed, clearly not wanting the fight to continue. He stepped closer, trying to calm her down.
“Come on, Aanya… don’t do this. Let’s just talk, please,” he said softly.
But Aanya wasn’t ready to give in. “No. You always say that. Tonight, you’ll sleep outside. Sofa or outside the house—your choice.”
For a moment, Aarav just looked at her, hurt flashing across his face. Then he forced a small, tired smile and nodded.
“Okay, baby… if that’s what you want,” he said quietly. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
He grabbed a pillow and a blanket and walked out to the living room. The sound of the door closing behind him made the house feel emptier than usual.
The night grew silent.
Aanya lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She told herself she was right, that he needed to understand her feelings too. But deep down, something didn’t sit right. Still, her stubbornness held her back.
Outside, Aarav tried to get comfortable on the sofa. It wasn’t easy—the cushion was too hard, the blanket too thin. Within minutes, mosquitoes began buzzing around him. He tried to ignore them at first, swatting here and there, but they kept biting. His arms, his neck, even his face—he winced slightly with every sting.
“Great… just perfect,” he muttered under his breath, adjusting himself again.
Despite the discomfort, he didn’t go back inside. He didn’t want to upset Aanya further. He knew she was going through a lot, and even though he felt hurt, he chose to stay quiet.
Inside the bedroom, Aanya shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly, she felt a strong kick.
“Ow…” she whispered, placing her hand on her belly.
Another kick followed, stronger this time.
“Hey… what happened?” she murmured softly, gently rubbing her stomach. “Why are you so restless tonight?”
The baby kept moving—more than usual. It wasn’t just playful movement anymore; it felt like the baby was unsettled.
Aanya tried changing positions. She drank some water. She even spoke softly, trying to soothe the little one.
“Shhh… it’s okay… Mama’s here…”
But nothing worked.
The kicks continued.
And then, a thought crossed her mind.
Every time before, whenever the baby got this restless… it calmed down only when Aarav was around. When he talked, when he touched her belly, when he smiled and said silly things to the baby.
Her expression slowly changed—from frustration… to realization.
She sat up slowly, holding her belly.
“You miss him, don’t you?” she whispered, a small, emotional smile forming on her lips. “You only calm down when he’s here…”
Another strong kick.
“Okay, okay… I understand,” she sighed.
For a moment, her ego tried to stop her again. He should come and apologize first.
But then the baby kicked again—harder this time.
That was enough.
Aanya slowly got out of bed and walked toward the living room. The house was quiet, dimly lit by a single lamp. She saw Aarav lying uncomfortably on the sofa, his arm covering his face as he tried to sleep.
She noticed the red marks on his skin from mosquito bites.
Her heart sank a little.
For a few seconds, she just stood there, watching him. Guilt quietly replaced her anger.
“Aarav…” she called softly.
He didn’t respond at first, pretending to be asleep.
“Aarav…” she said again, this time a little louder.
He shifted slightly but didn’t sit up. “Hmm… what?” he said lazily, still keeping his eyes closed.
Aanya walked closer. “Come inside.”
He opened one eye slightly, then closed it again. “No… you told me to sleep here. I’m fine,” he said, clearly acting a little stubborn now.
Aanya sighed. “Don’t act like this. Just come inside.”
“No,” he replied quietly. “You were pretty clear earlier. Sofa or outside, remember?”
For a second, Aanya almost got annoyed again—but then the baby kicked sharply.
She held her belly and winced. “Aarav… please.”
That caught his attention.
He immediately sat up. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“The baby…” she said softly. “It’s been kicking a lot… it’s not calming down.”
His expression changed instantly—from playful stubbornness to concern.
“Why didn’t you say that earlier?” he asked, quickly getting up.
“I tried everything… but it’s not stopping,” she admitted.
Without another word, Aarav walked up to her and gently placed his hand on her belly.
“Hey, little one…” he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. “What’s going on, hmm? Why are you troubling Mama?”
Almost as if responding to his voice, the movements slowly began to calm.
Aanya let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.
“See?” she whispered, looking at him. “It always listens to you…”
Aarav smiled faintly, still focused on her belly. “Of course. I’m the cool parent,” he joked softly.
Aanya rolled her eyes slightly, but a small smile appeared on her face.
There was a quiet moment between them.
Then Aarav looked at her. “You should have called me earlier.”
Aanya looked down, a little embarrassed. “I… I was angry.”
“I know,” he said gently. “But you don’t have to handle everything alone.”
She nodded slowly.
“And…” she added softly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you sleep outside.”
Aarav shrugged lightly. “It’s okay. I deserved a little punishment maybe.”
“No, you didn’t,” she said quickly. “Not like that.”
He looked at her for a second, then smiled. “Okay… maybe the mosquitoes punished me enough.”
That made her laugh a little.
“Come inside,” she said again, this time softly.
Aarav didn’t argue anymore.
He wrapped an arm gently around her shoulders, supporting her as they walked back to the bedroom together.
As they lay down, he kept his hand on her belly, softly talking to the baby until everything was calm again.
Aanya rested her head on his shoulder, feeling safe, peaceful.
“Next time,” he whispered, “even if we fight… don’t send me away like that.”
She nodded. “Next time… don’t let me.”
He smiled. “Deal.”
And just like that, the anger melted away—replaced by something stronger”
Art Style: Soft Romance
Color Mode: Black & White
Panels: 2
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