Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 116: A Night To Remember

Chapter 116: A Night To Remember

Mira and little Zami stepped out of the room, both dressed in matching pajamas that Zamian had gifted them, looking adorable in soft pink. Zami’s hair was braided neatly on both sides, framing her face and giving her a sweet, playful look. Mira’s hair, on the other hand, was swept into a loose, messy bun, which added to her effortless beauty.

The two of them together were an absolute picture—charming, tender, and full of warmth. But little Zami, of course, was the cutest of the two. Mira’s presence, however, could not be overlooked.

She radiated a quiet, confident beauty, almost ethereal, as if she were a goddess who had just emerged from the sea, her bare feet touching the unknown shores of their cozy world.

As Mira and Zami entered the living room, both of their jaws dropped in surprise at the scene that greeted them. The room, normally familiar and casual, had been transformed into a cozy, inviting space. It was dimly lit, casting a warm, golden glow that made everything feel intimate and relaxed. The sofa, their usual seat, was gone. In its place was something more luxurious, softer, and more comfortable—perfect for a movie night. Plush seats surrounded the room, each draped with soft pink duvets, and in the center of the space was a table filled with snacks, as if Zamian had gone out of his way to anticipate their every desire.

At the center of the table was a large bowl of popcorn, surrounded by plates of chips, French fries, drinks, pizza, and several other treats Mira hadn’t expected. She could’ve sworn she had only ordered pizza, fries, drinks, and popcorn, but now there were so many other snacks she didn’t recognize. She wondered if Zamian had gone the extra mile just to surprise them.

On the television screen, a cartoon was paused, its colorful images frozen in place, as if waiting for everyone to settle in before starting. Mira was in awe. She hadn’t expected Zamian to plan all this. Somehow, he’d even anticipated that they would be watching something family-friendly for little Zami’s sake. A smile crept onto Mira’s lips as she looked around the room, feeling deeply touched by Zamian’s thoughtfulness.

For a brief moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him right there, to show her gratitude for all his efforts. But with Zami right there beside them, she knew it might not be the best idea. Besides, knowing Zamian, if she let it go too far, he’d probably try to take things further. And this night was supposed to be about family—about them being together in a peaceful, loving space.

Mira noticed a small, cozy seat placed right in front of the plush sofa—perfectly positioned for little Zami to enjoy her cartoon comfortably. The seat was exactly where Zami needed it to be, and yet Mira couldn’t help but wonder. Why would Zamian place a separate seat for their daughter so close to the TV, knowing she’d be absorbed in the show? Was it possible that he had other plans in mind? It almost seemed like he’d set up a perfect situation for little Zami to be entertained on her own, while Mira and he could enjoy their own little "movie night."

A warm blush crept across Mira’s cheeks at the thought. She knew her husband all too well. It was exactly the kind of thing Zamian would do—thoughtful, yes, but also mischievous. She couldn’t help but laugh at how well she knew him.

Mira and little Zami turned to see Zamian standing there, looking every bit the handsome, striking man that he was. He was dressed in blue pajamas, looking more like a MeTuber influencer in a cozy home vlog than anything else. Together, he and Mira looked like a couple with their little girl straight out of an influencer’s dream. It was the kind of moment that would likely have millions—no, billions—of subscribers if their lives were shared online. Mira couldn’t believe that she had once even thought of running away from this possessive, playful, yet deeply loving man who was all hers.

Zami squealed in delight and ran over to Zamian, throwing herself into his arms for a tight hug.

"Daddy, you look so cute!" she exclaimed, her tiny voice filled with joy. Mira couldn’t help but laugh, her soft, melodic laughter filling the room. The sound of it was like a gentle breeze that swirled around Zamian’s heart, making him feel like he could stay in this moment forever, savoring her laughter. He didn’t want it to end.

Mira looked around at the scene Zamian had set up—at the soft pink duvets, the snacks, the cozy atmosphere—and her heart swelled with appreciation.

"This is lovely," she said softly, her voice full of gratitude. Zamian’s face broke into a proud smile as he watched his two favorite people in the world. Little Zami beamed up at him. "Daddy, this is so cute!"

Zamian gently patted Zami’s hair before they all walked toward the living room to start their special movie night together.

As little Zami settled into the small seat positioned just for her in front of the plush sofa, her excitement was evident. Her eyes shone with joy as she sank into the comfort of the seat, making herself at home. Mira smiled at the sight, feeling a sense of contentment at how perfectly everything had been arranged. She moved to the small wheeled table and gently pushed it closer to Zami, making sure everything was just right for her. It was clear that Zamian had planned every little detail in advance, ensuring their daughter’s comfort and happiness. There was nothing left for Mira to adjust—everything had been taken care of. She felt a deep warmth in her chest, touched by Zamian’s thoughtfulness and love.

As Mira picked up the remote control and pressed play, the cartoon began, and little Zami immediately grabbed a slice of pizza. She ate it contentedly, the small blanket draped over her lap to keep her warm. Mira made her way to the sofa where she and Zamian would share a seat, just an inch away from little Zami’s. She glanced at her husband, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes. She didn’t need to hear any words to know what Zamian was thinking. His smirk told her everything she needed to know.

She gave him a gentle, knowing look, a silent warning for him to be careful. After all, their daughter was right there, and this was supposed to be a family night.

Mira moved their table slightly to the side to make room for herself on the sofa. The arrangement made it easy for her to keep an eye on little Zami, who was already giggling at a funny scene on the screen. The warm family moment filled the room as they all settled in, enjoying the coziness of the night together.

Mira pulled the duvet around herself, just as little Zami had done, feeling cozy and content. Zamian followed suit, pulling the blanket up halfway, but his hand—his strong, familiar hand—rested gently on Mira’s lap, his fingers caressing her slowly. Mira bit her lip, trying to hold back any sounds that might escape from her mouth. The touch was gentle, almost teasing, and her body tensed involuntarily at the sensation.

She leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper, as if trying to keep the moment between just the two of them. "Zamian... s... stop," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She turned her head slightly toward him, then quickly glanced at little Zami, who was still engrossed in the cartoon. Mira’s gaze flickered back to Zamian, as if checking to see whether he would heed her request.

Zamian leaned closer, his lips hovering near hers. Before she could say anything more, he planted a quick, teasing kiss on her lips. "She won’t," he whispered against her lips, his voice filled with mischief and reassurance. The words were both a promise and a challenge, wrapped in the tenderness of his touch.

Mira stiffened, caught off guard by the suddenness of his kiss. Her heart raced, a fluttering sensation spreading through her chest. She could feel the warmth of his lips lingering on hers, and for a moment, she allowed herself to sink into the sensation. But then, she quickly pulled herself back, trying to regain control.

Zamian’s hand moved upward, slipping gently under her shirt. His fingers brushed against the softness of her skin, but just as quickly as he had moved, he pulled his hand away in a flash. Mira turned toward him, a hint of disappointment flickering in her eyes. It seemed she had been enjoying the closeness more than she had expected, and now that it had been cut short, she didn’t know how to feel.

Before Mira could say anything, little Zami turned toward them with a bright smile. "Mummy, help open it," she said innocently, holding up a small bottle of water for Mira to open.

Mira took the bottle from her, her heart still racing from the moment. That was close, she thought, trying to steady her breathing as she twisted the cap off the bottle.