Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 124: Eternal Bond

Chapter 124: Eternal Bond

Mira stood there, her heart hammering in her chest, as Zamian’s words washed over her. The word "love" echoed in her mind, lingering like a melody she couldn’t quite remember, one that felt both foreign and intimately familiar. She had never heard him say it before, not once in all the years they had known each other. It was the first time he had ever used the word in reference to her. It felt strange, almost out of place, yet it was soothing—like the word had been crafted just for him, just for this moment.

Zamian’s gaze was steady and intense as he noticed the stunned silence that had enveloped Mira. He could see the confusion, the wonder in her eyes, and it made the faintest smile tug at the corners of his lips. His voice, when he spoke, was velvet—low, intimate, as though meant only for her. His words carried a warmth, a tenderness, that made Mira feel as though the world outside had melted away.

"At first, we thought little Zami wouldn’t cooperate," he began, his tone carrying a teasing warmth that made her cheeks flush. "But it turns out she adores you even more than I do." He paused, his gaze never leaving hers, letting the weight of his words sink in before adding, "When we told her we wanted to surprise her mummy—my wife—she couldn’t have been more eager to help."

Mira’s breath caught in her throat at the mention of "wife," the word landing in the air between them like a promise. The idea that Zamian saw her in that way, after all these years, stirred something deep within her, something she couldn’t quite place. It was as if the very air around them had shifted, the weight of his affection pressing in on her like a force she couldn’t escape. Her chest tightened, and she struggled to steady her racing heart.

Zamian stepped closer, his tall frame towering yet protective as his presence filled the space between them. He was close enough that Mira could feel the heat radiating from him, and it made her pulse quicken. His voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper, as though the words he spoke were a secret meant for her alone.

"I don’t know why you left five years ago, Mira," he murmured, his tone gentle yet filled with an unspoken ache. "Maybe you had your reasons, ones you couldn’t share. I won’t force you to tell me." His words, though filled with understanding, held an underlying current of pain, the years of distance between them still raw.

Another step closer, and his fingers brushed against hers in a fleeting, deliberate touch that sent sparks skittering through the space between them. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with the unspoken tension that hung between them. Mira felt her breath hitch as she instinctively pulled back, but Zamian was relentless, moving forward until there was barely a sliver of space between them. He could see the vulnerability in her eyes, the way her walls had begun to crack under the weight of his words, and it both terrified and thrilled him.

"But I need you to understand something," he continued, his voice now a dangerous mix of tenderness and possessiveness, making the air feel charged with emotion. His words were a promise, an oath—one that wrapped around her like a warm, unrelenting embrace. "No matter how far you run," he murmured, his gaze dipping to her lips before slowly returning to meet her wide eyes, "I’ll always find you. No matter how forbidden it may be to have you, Mira..." His voice softened, barely above a whisper, yet the power behind it was undeniable. "I’ll always want you. Always. Don’t ever doubt that."

The weight of his promise hung in the air like a physical presence, thick and palpable. Mira’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background. The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only Zamian and the words he had spoken, words that held the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions. She wanted to say something, anything, but her lips were frozen, her thoughts scattered in the whirlwind of his confession.

His gaze never wavered, his eyes dark and filled with something she couldn’t name—desire, longing, but also an overwhelming sense of certainty. He knew, without a doubt, that Mira was his. And no matter what, he would not let her go.

Mira’s heart raced, her pulse thundering in her ears as she fought to collect her thoughts. But it was impossible to think straight with Zamian standing so close, his presence overwhelming in the most intoxicating way. The words he had spoken had undone her, had shattered the walls she had so carefully built around herself. She had never expected this, never thought that Zamian, of all people, would say such things to her. She had left, she had run from him, but now...

Her thoughts scattered once more as she lifted her eyes to meet his, her breath hitching in her chest. It was as if the entire room had shifted, the air vibrating with something unseen, something magical. The space between them seemed to shrink until there was nothing left but them—Mira and Zamian, standing on the edge of something neither of them could escape.

"You had asked earlier why I hadn’t said ’I do’ on the day of our wedding," Zamian’s voice broke through the silence, soft but rich with emotion. He paused for a heartbeat, his gaze never leaving hers. "But now..." His voice dropped to a low, tender tone, filled with a quiet intensity. "I will say it again."

And then, something extraordinary happened.

The room around them seemed to glow with a soft, ethereal light. It was as if the very air itself had transformed, as though the walls, the ceiling, and the floor were all part of some grand design, some magic that had been waiting for this moment to unfold. Mira’s eyes widened as she looked up, the ceiling shimmering with the sparkle of a thousand stars. It was still daylight outside, but in this room, it felt as though they were suspended in their own universe—lost in a moment that seemed to defy time itself.

Her pulse quickened as the stars above them began to shift, their twinkling lights coming together to form words—I Do.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She looked at Zamian in pure astonishment, her breath catching as the magic around them swirled, as if guided by his love. The stars shimmered once more, and then, in a flash of brilliance, the words—I LOVE YOU—glowed brightly above them, written in the stars.

Mira’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed at the sky above them, her heart racing with a mixture of disbelief and wonder. Could this be real? Could this truly be happening? Was this some kind of dream? The stars, the words—they felt too beautiful, too perfect to be anything but a fantasy. Yet here they were, in this moment, bound together by something far greater than either of them could comprehend.

Zamian’s voice broke through the silence again, softer now, but no less powerful. "I love you, Mira. I will always love you. No matter what happens, I will love you until the end. Always and forever, my dear wife."

The room felt like it was holding its breath, the air thick with emotion. The words he spoke seemed to hang in the space between them, a promise, a vow that nothing could ever break. Zamian’s eyes were dark and deep, locking onto hers, and for a moment, the entire world seemed to disappear. Time stood still, and there was only them—just Zamian and Mira, suspended in this magical moment that neither of them could ever forget.

Mira’s heart raced as her emotions surged within her, a tidal wave of feeling that she could no longer contain. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her body, her soul, yearned for him, and she reached up without thinking, her fingers trembling as they brushed against his chest. She could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her fingers, and it only made her ache for him more.

Without hesitation, she pulled him toward her, her lips crashing into his in a kiss so fierce and consuming that it left her breathless. It was as though the kiss was the culmination of everything they had ever shared, everything they had ever felt for each other. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of desire, of everything they had been too afraid to say.

The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only them—two souls bound together by an unbreakable connection. The stars above them seemed to shine even brighter, as though applauding their love, their devotion to one another. The universe itself seemed to bend around them, acknowledging the depth of their bond.

Their kiss was electric. It was everything they had held back for so long—fierce, passionate, and all-encompassing. Mira’s heart fluttered as Zamian’s hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies melding together as if they had always been meant to be this way.

And then, in the midst of their kiss, the Senerp necklaces they both wore seemed to come alive. It was as though the magic of their connection had reached out, pulling the two half-shaped necklaces together, joining them in a perfect, glowing union. The necklaces, once separated, now gleamed with a radiant light, their pieces finally aligning, as if acknowledging their love.

The room hummed with the energy of their bond, and Mira pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air, her eyes meeting Zamian’s once more. "Always," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Zamian smiled softly, his hands gently cradling her face as he whispered back, "Always."

And in that moment, everything changed.