Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 63: Caught Off Balance

Chapter 63: Caught Off Balance

Mira’s heart pounded like a drum the moment she finished speaking. The silence in the room hung heavily, amplifying her anxiety as she glanced around, wondering if she was truly alone. Just as doubt began to creep into her mind, a click echoed through the air, breaking the stillness. ’Why hadn’t she thought of it before?’Of course, they had spare keys.

Heavens,please save me.

Nana stepped into the room, and relief flooded through Mira like a gentle wave. She sighed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. At least it wasn’t Zamian. Yet, a surge of self-consciousness washed over her as her heart raced, recalling her state of undress. The vulnerable position she found herself in made her feel exposed and fragile.

"Mrs. Mira, Mr. Zamian has been looking for you," Nana announced, her voice steady and composed, a stark contrast to Mira’s inner turmoil.

"Oh, tell him I’m fine," Mira replied hastily, her mind racing with thoughts of how she might quickly change into her clothes before Zamian arrived. The idea of facing him in such a state filled her with dread. Just as that thought solidified in her mind, a deep voice interrupted her plans.

"No need for that," Zamian said, stepping into the room with an air of authority that sent a shiver down her spine.

Mira’s heart skipped a beat as she froze in place. Nana bowed her head respectfully before retreating, closing the door behind her and leaving Mira alone with her husband. The atmosphere shifted, thickening with unspoken tension, and Mira felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach.

"Could you please not come close?" Mira said, her tone low but edged with urgency, desperately trying to reclaim some semblance of control over the situation.

"And why is that? We are husband and wife. Sooner or later, I’ll see you," Zamian replied, his words uncomfortably true. Despite the intimacy of their relationship, the thought of him seeing her in such a vulnerable state filled her with unease. She felt as if the walls of the room were closing in around her, amplifying her discomfort.

But still, as he stepped closer, a wave of discomfort washed over her. "Don’t..." she began, her voice trembling slightly, but before she could finish her sentence, her foot slipped.

Caught off balance, Mira fell into the water. The coolness enveloped her, and her last blurry glimpse before submerging was of Zamian diving in after her, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

Mira’s consciousness ebbed and flowed like the water surrounding her.

When she finally stirred awake, darkness enveloped her, thick and suffocating. She opened her eyes, struggling to adjust to the dim light filtering into the room. Panic surged within her as she sat up and realized she was wearing nightwear. ’What happened?’

Her heart raced, and she scanned the room, taking in her surroundings. To her relief, she found herself in their bedroom, but a wave of panic washed over her as she noticed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. ’Who had changed me?’

Zamian sat beside the bed, his presence both comforting and intimidating. The atmosphere felt charged, almost suffocating, as if the air itself was thick with unspoken tension. His gaze was intense, his expression unreadable as he watched her.

When Zamian noticed she was awake, he turned to her, his gaze piercing. "Who changed me?" Mira asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the fear of vulnerability creeping into her tone. The question hung in the air, heavy and ominous.

"That’s not the problem right now," he replied sharply, his brow furrowed with concern. "Are you okay?"

Mira nodded, though she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Zamian’s expression was a mix of anger and worry, and it sent a chill down her spine. His intensity was overwhelming, leaving her feeling small and fragile.

"If you couldn’t swim, why would you even lock the door?" he muttered, his tone laced with frustration. The words struck her like a blow, and a wave of shame washed over her. Why did he have to bring that up? She looked away, unable to meet his gaze, ashamed of her own recklessness.

Zamian picked up the tray beside her, his movements deliberate as he began to feed her.

"Wait, I can...," Mira protested weakly, though her stomach rumbled in response to the tempting aroma of the food. Her body betrayed her; hunger gnawed at her insides, demanding attention.

"Be quiet," he snapped, his voice harsher than she had ever heard before. The sudden intensity in his tone shocked her, leaving her momentarily speechless. She flinched at his words, her heart racing not from fear but from the raw emotion that seemed to hang in the air.

Slowly, she opened her mouth and began to eat, deliberately avoiding his gaze as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Each bite felt like sandpaper in her throat, and she struggled to swallow the food. This wasn’t how she had expected being cared for to feel.

Zamian noticed her expression change and abruptly dropped the food to the side, brushing his hair back in frustration. "Why would you do that?" he exclaimed, his voice rising slightly. "What if I hadn’t been there at that moment?"

As his words echoed in the silence, Mira’s tears that she had been desperately trying to hold back finally fell, streaming down her cheeks. The vulnerability she felt at that moment was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but let the emotions spill over. She felt exposed, raw, and the dam of her composure broke.

When Zamian saw her crying, he muttered a curse under his breath. "Shit." In a swift motion, he pulled her toward him and hugged her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the storm of feelings raging inside both of them. The warmth of his embrace wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, momentarily soothing her turmoil.

Mira’s tears flowed freely now as she clung to him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would make you worried," she managed to say between hiccups, her voice shaky and filled with remorse. The weight of her own mistakes bore down on her.

"Shh, it wasn’t your fault," Zamian murmured gently, his voice softening. "If you wanted to swim, you could have called me." His words were a balm, but they also reminded her of the distance that had grown between them.

He allowed her to cry, holding her close until her sobs began to subside. Once she calmed down, he reached for a glass of water and handed it to her, watching as she took a few sips, the cool liquid soothing her dry throat. Then, he took a white towel and gently wiped her face, his touch tender, a stark contrast to the earlier tension.

"It’s okay now. Just eat," he said softly, encouraging her to continue. His eyes held a warmth that made her feel safe, even amidst the chaos of their emotions.

Mira nodded, though her mind was still clouded with confusion. As he began to feed her, she felt the warmth of his care wrap around her like a comforting blanket. She ate slowly, but her thoughts lingered on a question that had been nagging at her since waking up.

"Did you change me?" she asked, her curiosity breaking through the haze of emotions that had enveloped her.

"Yes, I did," Zamian replied, his expression serious and unyielding. The admission sent a shockwave through her, a mixture of embarrassment and surprise flooding her senses. She felt exposed, suddenly aware of how vulnerable she truly was.

"Y... you what?" Mira stammered, the realization hitting her hard. She felt a flush of heat creep up her neck. The thought of him seeing her so exposed was almost too much to bear.

"Did you prefer the maid to change you instead of your husband?" he asked, his tone unwavering, as if daring her to deny her feelings. There was an edge to his words, a challenge that made her stomach twist.

’Does that mean he has seen everything?’A wave of vulnerability washed over her, and she lowered her gaze, feeling exposed and unsure of what to say. The intimacy of the situation loomed large, and she found herself grappling with a mix of emotions.

"You don’t have to worry about anything. I just changed you; that’s all," Zamian reassured her, his voice softer now as he noticed her discomfort. His hand gently cradled her chin, raising it so she had to meet his gaze. Even as he did this, Mira found herself unable to maintain eye contact, averting her eyes as embarrassment flushed her cheeks.

"Are you—" he began, but Mira quickly interrupted, her voice a mere whisper.

"It’s fine," she said, the words escaping her lips before she could think better of them. The last thing she wanted was to discuss the situation further, to delve into the awkwardness of their circumstances.

Why did she even need to worry? The main reason for their marriage was to give Zamian a child, and seeing her was, of course, necessary for consummation. Did she want him to close his eyes while doing it? The thought was absurd, yet it nagged at her, a reminder of the cold reality they were both entangled in.

Mira turned her head to the side as she lay back on the bed, trying to shake off the thoughts that clung to her.

"I’m just tired," she muttered, feeling the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her.

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