Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 57: Manga

Chapter 57: Manga

In the middle of the night, inside a dimly lit office, Zamian stared intently at the selfie photo that Mira had taken of them. The room was silent, save for the occasional hum of the office equipment. John stood in front of Zamian, struggling to maintain his professional demeanor despite his slightly doubtful expression. His boss, clad in bunny-printed pajamas, was a sight so unexpected that John doubted James would ever believe it. The contrast between Zamian’s usual austere appearance and his current attire was almost surreal. John, who had been abruptly awakened by the word ’emergency,’ found himself in a state of confusion. He was now faced with an odd question that seemed out of place.

"What is a manga?" Zamian broke the silence, his gaze still fixed on the photo of himself and Mira. His tone was curious, yet detached, as though he was trying to comprehend something beyond the ordinary.

John cleared his throat, momentarily taken aback by the question. "Uh, manga is like a comic story—a picture story, really," he explained, trying to provide a clear definition while grappling with the strange turn of events.

Zamian’s eyes remained locked on the photo, absorbing John’s explanation. "Then if that’s what she wants, I can be her manga."

John’s eyes widened in disbelief. His boss had just suggested that he could be the equivalent of a manga for someone—a notion that seemed both baffling and amusing. The faintest hint of a smile appeared on Zamian’s face, though it was barely perceptible and almost out of character.

John stood there, bewildered, trying to process the unusual request. The situation had taken a turn that was far more complex—and curious—than he had initially thought. "Okay, now who the hell is the boss’s wife?" he wondered silently, realizing that the dynamic between Zamian and Mira was likely more intricate than he had anticipated.

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Mira woke up to the bright sunlight streaming through the window, feeling a gentle warmth on her face. As she stretched, a smile curved on her lips. There was something different about today, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. The absence of Zamian beside her was unusual, but she shrugged off the feeling and got out of bed. She headed to the bathroom to freshen up, her mind racing with thoughts of the day ahead.

After a refreshing shower she dressed up as she packed her into a sleek ponytail, she made her way to the dining room where Zamian was already seated.

In the dining room, Mira and Zamian sat across from each other, eating in silence. The atmosphere was calm and almost serene, with only the clinking of cutlery breaking the quiet. Zamian eventually broke the silence, his voice steady and composed.

"When you’re ready, we’ll leave," he said, his tone straightforward and calm.

Mira nodded in response, continuing to eat her breakfast. There was a sense of quiet anticipation in the air as they finished their meal. Zamian continued, breaking the silence once more. "About the wedding—you will be measured, but that’s something we’ll handle when we get home. The invitation is already done. You wanted a simple wedding, so we’ve only invited a few people close to you. If you need any change you can tell me."

Mira listened attentively, her nods reflecting her understanding. The details of the wedding were settling into place, and though she had asked for simplicity, the reality of it all was beginning to sink in. The idea of a small, intimate ceremony contrasted with the grandeur she had imagined, but the simplicity felt right in its own way.

"It’s perfect" she finally said

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The car zoomed off, the atmosphere inside calm and tranquil. Mira gazed out the window, mesmerized by the beautiful scenery passing by. The world outside seemed to blur into a picturesque backdrop as the car glided along. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle sway of the vehicle created a soothing rhythm that mirrored her tranquil state of mind.

As the vehicle slowed down due to traffic, something caught Mira’s eye—a quaint little ice cream shop. It was small and charming, nestled among the other buildings. The sight of it stirred a nostalgic smile on her lips, reminding her of simpler, carefree days.

Just as the car was about to move again, Mira blurted out, "Stop!"

Zamian’s voice cut through the moment with a calm but firm command. "Stop."

The car came to a halt. Zamian looked over at Mira with a questioning expression. "What’s wrong?"

Mira pointed excitedly at the ice cream shop. "I just... I really want to get something from there."

Zamian raised an eyebrow, but a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. "Alright. Let’s see what all the fuss is about."

He signaled to pull over, and the car came to a stop in front of the little shop. Mira’s excitement was palpable as she unfastened her seatbelt and prepared to get out. The ice cream shop, with its colorful sign and inviting window display, seemed to promise a delightful break from their plans. The smell of freshly made waffle cones and sweet ice cream wafted through the air, adding to the shop’s charm.

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After a while, Mira returned to the car, holding two ice cream cones in her hands. She handed one to Zamian with a smile.

"Chocolate or vanilla?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Anyone," Zamian replied, his tone neutral but with a trace of curiosity.

Mira gave him the vanilla cone and took the chocolate for herself. As she handed him the cone, Zamian looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and something else. He then said, "Would you like us to take photos?"

Mira turned to him, her smile widening as she giggled softly. She watched as he struggled slightly to find the right words—a rare sight indeed. Zamian’s usual composure was momentarily replaced by a hint of awkwardness, which made the moment feel even more endearing.

"Like... manga," he said, trying to sound casual but clearly unsure.