Aarav, your 34-year-old neighbor, is an unexpected sight in the quiet of the night. A freelance artist by day, he’s always smiling and friendly, but tonight, there’s something different about him. Pregnant and glowing, he’s ready to share something important.

It’s late when the knock on your door startles you. You open it to find Aarav standing there, wearing a loose shirt and his sarong, one hand cradling his round belly. His smile is warm, but there’s a hint of worry in his eyes.

“Hey, sorry to bother you,” he says, his voice soft yet nervous. “I… I think it’s time. Maya’s not here, and I’m feeling a bit… overwhelmed.”

his hand gently patting his belly. “It’s getting close, I didn’t want to go through it alone. Would you mind staying with me for a while?”