Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 61: Threads of Possession

Chapter 61: Threads of Possession

The lady turned to Zamian, bowing her head as she spoke, her voice trembling slightly. "P-Please... Why don’t I do it, Mr. Zamian?"

Her nervousness was palpable, and Zamian finally lowered his hand. She hadn’t expected him to be so possessive of his wife. If she had known, she would have brought a female tailor instead. She had chosen him because he was the best tailor they had, but now, in hindsight, it seemed wiser to handle the measuring herself, allowing the tailor to focus solely on crafting the dress.

Zamian’s reaction left her uneasy. She couldn’t afford to jeopardize this relationship; Zamian was one of their most important clients, and losing him would be a massive blow to the company. The thought sent a fresh wave of anxiety coursing through her.

Addressing Mira, the lady’s voice steadied as she said, "Could you come this way, please?"

Mira nodded, stepping forward and following the woman’s instructions. As the lady began measuring her, Mira noticed Zamian’s expression darken immediately. His eyes hardened, and his entire demeanor shifted, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Mira could almost feel the tension radiating from him. She didn’t understand why he was so upset. The tailor was only trying to do his job. Yet the mere thought of another man touching Mira had sent Zamian spiraling into silent fury.

Zamian’s presence was overwhelming, and the lady clearly felt it. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, and her hands trembled as she took the measurements. Mira couldn’t blame her. Zamian had always been intense, but in this moment, his aura filled the room, suffocating everything around them. It was as if he had become the embodiment of raw intimidation, dominating the space with his energy alone.

As the lady continued measuring, Zamian spoke, his voice low, "Too close." The words caused the woman to bow her head even lower in submission.

She worked quickly, her movements becoming almost frantic. It was clear she wanted nothing more than to escape the room. Finally, she straightened up, her voice shaky, "Mr. Zamian, we’ll return in the evening to finalize the designs."

Zamian didn’t move, his eyes never leaving Mira. "No," he said firmly. "Come tomorrow."

The lady nodded quickly, relief flooding her features. "Of course, tomorrow it is. Thank you for working with us," she said, bowing deeply once more before practically fleeing the room. It was as if she were running from something far more terrifying than a simple tailoring job—something more dangerous.

The moment the door closed behind them, Mira turned to face her husband. They were finally alone, and the air between them was thick with tension.

"Why did you do that?" she asked softly, her voice laced with frustration.

Zamian raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed. "Do what?"

Mira sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "He was being professional."

Zamian’s eyes narrowed as he cut her off. "I don’t care. I won’t let any man touch my wife."

His words were sharp, but there was something deeper behind them. This felt more like possessiveness than anything else.

Mira swallowed, choosing her words carefully. "I understand that,But you have to see that there was nothing inappropriate happening. He was just doing his job. There was nothing personal about it."

Zamian remained silent, his gaze locked on hers. His expression was unreadable.

"It wasn’t just him," she added. "There was the lady too. They were just doing what they came here to do."

Zamian glanced away for a moment,before looking back at her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

"How old are you?" she asked suddenly, hoping to break the thick tension.

Zamian turned to face her fully, his expression serious. "Twenty-three,"

Mira let out a small breath. "Gosh, you need to learn some manners."

The words slipped out before she could stop them, and as soon as she said them, she wished she could take them back. Her heart began to pound loudly. She hadn’t meant to insult him, but the look in his eyes told her he wasn’t about to let it slide.

Zamian slowly turned to face her, his gaze piercing. "Oh, really?" he said, his voice sharp.

Mira fumbled for a response, suddenly feeling very small under his intense scrutiny. "I didn’t mean—"

"Why don’t you teach me then?" Zamian interrupted, a smirk beginning to play on his lips.

"Huh?" Mira blinked, confused by the sudden shift in his tone.

"Teach me manners," he repeated, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "We can have two practice sessions. During the day, you teach me manners... and at night, I’ll teach you. You know what I mean."

Mira’s cheeks flushed hard, her face turning bright red as the meaning behind his words sank in. How could he say something so shameless? But she couldn’t fully blame him; she had started this conversation, and now he was simply turning her words against her, teasing her in a way only he knew how.

This whole idea of "practice sessions" had started because she wanted to learn how to touch him more intimately. But now, his playful smirk and suggestive words were making her feel more exposed than she had anticipated. Only heaven knew where she had found the courage to even suggest it in the first place.

Her blush spread down her neck as she averted her gaze, desperately trying to avoid his eyes. She moved to sit on the sofa, hoping to regain her composure, but Zamian wasn’t about to let her off that easily. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.

"So, do you agree?" he asked softly, his tone still playful. "Or would you prefer if I do it during the day and you do it at night?"

Mira’s heart raced, her mind scrambling to keep up with his teasing. "It’s okay," she blurted out, her voice high-pitched with embarrassment.

Zamian chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Which one?" he pressed. "Do you want to do it during the day, or would you like to do it at night?"

Mira was flustered beyond belief. She couldn’t tell if he was talking about manners or something else entirely, but the way he was smiling made her want to punch that grin right off his handsome face. What was he even saying?

’Oh heavens, could he be any more shameless?’she thought, her frustration growing by the second.

Zamian wasn’t about to let her off the hook. "So," he continued, his voice dripping with amusement, "do you want me to do it during the day?"

"No!" she snapped, her voice tight with embarrassment. "You’ll do it at night."

Zamian burst into laughter at her response, his deep, rich chuckle filling the room. He reached out, gently pulling her face closer to his, their noses almost touching. But just as quickly, he leaned back, his expression shifting into one of mock contemplation.

Mira frowned, confused. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, trying to read his expression.

Zamian’s grin widened as he replied smoothly, "You."

Her eyes widened in shock. He leaned in again, his lips barely brushing against her ear as he whispered slowly, "I’m thinking about how I’m going to smack that pretty a** of yours."

Mira’s entire body flushed with heat, her heart thundering in her chest. She couldn’t believe what he had just said, but the mischievous gleam in his eyes told her he meant every word.