Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 44: Tender

Chapter 44: Tender

Mira’s heart seemed to stop momentarily as her eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t comprehend the situation and wished that the ground would just open up and swallow her whole—if that were even possible. The embarrassment was overwhelming. Zamian, immediately noticing her distress, met her eyes briefly before he took off his jacket. Without a word, he draped it over her shoulders, his silent gesture providing much-needed coverage and comfort. Mira’s cheeks flushed deeply, and her breath caught in the air, as she felt his caring gesture. His jacket, significantly larger than her, covered her adequately and shielded her from further embarrassment.

Then Zamian spoke, his voice calm and authoritative, "It’s already late. We’ll stop at a hotel and continue our journey tomorrow." His words were clear and decisive. The chauffeur, understanding Zamian’s instructions, drove for a while before pulling up in front of a well-furnished hotel—*Zan Hotel*. Mira’s eyes widened as she realized that this was one of Zamian’s hotels. ’Just how rich is this man?’she wondered, but she had little time to dwell on that thought. The more pressing issue was her current situation; she was stained, and the embarrassment was palpable. Her cheeks burned even more as she realized that Zamian must have been aware of her predicament. Thankfully, Zamian’s jacket covered the necessary areas, providing her with some relief.

As they stepped out of the car, Mira silently followed Zamian into the hotel, feeling a mix of discomfort and anxiety. The grandeur of the lobby was impressive, but she could hardly focus on it. The moment they entered, the hotel staff began bowing their heads, acknowledging their boss’s rare presence. The atmosphere was tense, and Mira could feel the shift in the air as they moved through the lobby.

Once they reached the elevator, Zamian commanding aura was palpable. His presence had a way of making everyone around him attentive and alert, though he remained composed and calm. Mira felt a mix of gratitude and mortification. She couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as they rode up in the elevator, her mind preoccupied with her discomfort and embarrassment.

The elevator doors opened, and Zamian quickly led Mira to a room. As they entered, he closed the door behind them and turned to face her. Mira closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath before whispering, "Thank you." Her voice was barely audible, and she was about to move away when there was a knock at the door.

Zamian opened the door to reveal a hotel staff member holding a bag. Inside the bag were sleepwear, a sanitary pad, sanitary underwear, and a period kit. Mira’s eyes widened as she realized what was in the bag. She was astonished at how Zamian had managed to arrange for these items so quickly, considering they had arrived together. ’How did he manage to get this so fast?’ she thought, feeling a mix of confusion and gratitude.

Zamian spoke briefly to the staff member, and Mira noticed a subtle change in his aura—his presence became slightly intense—before it returned to its usual calm demeanor as he closed the door. "If you’re uncomfortable with this, I can get you something else," he said, referring to the pad. His voice was gentle but firm, offering her reassurance.

Mira shook her head quickly and rushed into the bathroom. Once she closed the door behind her, she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. The situation was overwhelming, and she felt an intense wave of humiliation. She gently began tapping her head against the bathroom wall, trying to cope with the discomfort and her emotions. She wanted to scream in frustration, but she knew that would only make things worse. ’What if Zamian thinks something’s wrong and comes in?’ she worried. Instead, she continued lightly tapping her head, hoping it would help her release some of the tension and embarrassment.

It was then that a sharp pain shot through Mira’s abdomen, making her hiss softly. Despite the pain, she managed to take a quick shower. Normally, she would have avoided getting her hair wet, but the urgency of her situation made it necessary. Once she finished all the necessary tasks, she slipped into the bunny-printed pajamas. She would have smiled or squealed at how cute they were, but the pain was too intense for her to care.

She towel-dried her hair, which was still a bit damp but not completely dry, and stepped out of the bathroom. She avoided Zamian’s gaze, feeling deeply embarrassed about the situation. How could she face him after such an ordeal?

Walking over to the large vanity in the corner, which was filled with hair care products and creams, she sat down and reached for the hairdryer. As soon as she turned it on, another wave of pain hit her, causing her to bend slightly in discomfort. Only women who experienced this kind of pain could truly understand how awful it felt. She couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy for those who didn’t suffer from period cramps.

"Ouch," she whispered softly, but before she could react further, an arm reached out and gently took the hairdryer from her. Zamian stood beside her, his expression one of quiet concern. Without a word, he began drying her hair. Mira was about to protest that she was fine, but the pain intensified, hitting her even harder.

Zamian, noticing her discomfort, began to slowly rub her back, clearly unsure of what else to do. After a moment of hesitation, he placed his hand gently on her stomach, massaging it in soft, soothing circles. The warmth of his hand and the gentle pressure offered some relief from the pain. The way he did it made the discomfort momentarily fade, replaced by a fluttering sensation—like butterflies in her stomach.

Her flat tummy felt small compared to his large, soothing hand, which provided a comforting touch through her silk pajamas. Mira stared at him, their eyes locking for a moment, a silent connection forming between them.

"I’m sorry... If I had woken up earlier, we would’ve..." Mira started, her voice trailing off as she struggled to find the right words. Her apology was cut short when she felt Zamian’s finger gently press against her lips.

"If I ever hear you apologize to me for something you didn’t do wrong," he whispered, his tone both firm and gentle, "I’ll capture those lips with mine."

"But..." Mira began to protest, but Zamian’s next words stopped her.

"It seems you really want my lips on yours,"