Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 73: Wedding Night

Chapter 73: Wedding Night

"Z-Zamian, w-we’re cooking. Let’s finish this," Mira finally found her voice, a mix of nervousness and excitement fluttering in her chest.

Zamian pulled away slowly, almost reluctantly, a soft smile playing on his lips as he regarded her.

"Continue with the fruits," she instructed, doing her best to focus on the task at hand, fighting the urge to glance in his direction. She needed to concentrate, to avoid any distractions as she resumed chopping and preparing the ingredients.

Mira decided to prepare something simple yet delicious: herb-crusted chicken with roasted vegetables. It was a recipe she loved, and she felt it would be perfect for their special evening.

"Done," she heard Zamian say as he turned to her. Mira smiled, glancing over at the plate filled with an array of colorful fruits he had arranged. He was impressively quick to learn, and she couldn’t help but admire his efficiency.

She had already finished setting out the ingredients on the counter. Zamian stood by, waiting for her next instruction like an eager child. Who knew he could be so compliant? Mira held back a smile, a warm feeling spreading in her chest.

"Then you’ll just be handing me the ingredients," she said, her voice light. Zamian nodded eagerly, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Chicken," Mira instructed, and Zamian promptly handed it to her, a pleased look on his face. As she called out the next ingredients—garlic, rosemary, and thyme—he continued to pass them over, and everything was going smoothly. They looked adorable together, almost like a newlywed couple, though they already were.

"Lastly, the assorted vegetables," she said, feeling the warmth of his presence nearby.

Mira cleaned the dining table while Zamian arranged the plates. In that moment, she wished this could last longer—a simple life without the prying eyes and judgments from others. She longed for a peaceful existence, filled with laughter and children running around, playing freely. That was her dream. But sometimes, one had to accept that those were just dreams and this was reality.

"Done," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice as they both set the dining table and arranged the food. They sat down, ready to enjoy their meal together.

As Mira set out the cutlery, Zamian watched her instead of eating. What was he up to? His gaze was intense, filled with curiosity and warmth. After she took a bite of the chicken, he asked, "How was it?" At that moment, Mira realized he seemed eager for her feedback, as if he had cooked everything himself.

"It’s good," she replied with a smile, feeling a rush of happiness at his eagerness.

Zamian grinned and finally picked up his spoon, starting to eat. Gosh, why was he acting so cute right now? Mira shifted her gaze, focusing on her meal, but she could still feel his eyes on her, making her heart race. Then Zamian spoke again, breaking the comfortable silence. "We could cook together tomorrow."

Mira nodded in agreement, her heart swelling at the idea. They could create new memories, new dishes together. It sounded perfect. They continued to eat in comfortable silence, both savoring the moment and enjoying the flavors of the meal.

Zamian passed her the plate of fruits.

"Eat more fruit," he said.

Mira accepted the plate and began to eat silently, savoring the flavors. As Zamian continued to pass her different dishes, they both enjoyed the heartwarming meal together. It was a wonderful experience, one she wouldn’t soon forget.

She knew this moment would be short-lived, so she had to make the most of it. As she savored each bite, she focused on the warmth of Zamian’s presence beside her.

As soon as they finished their meal, Mira stood up, followed by Zamian, who rose almost instinctively. She began to clear away the dishes, saying, "I’ll wash them."

Zamian responded, "I can help."

Mira waved her hand dismissively. "Don’t bother; I’d like to do this." She felt a sense of independence wash over her, wanting to take care of this small task herself.

Reluctantly, Zamian agreed, a slight frown on his face. "I’ll go freshen up, then."

Mira nodded as she started washing the dishes. As she scrubbed, she realized something had shifted in their relationship; they had leveled up. The air felt charged with new possibilities, and she couldn’t help but notice a difference between them recently. Today was their honeymoon, their wedding night, and she hadn’t anticipated it would feel like this—filled with a mix of excitement, tenderness, and anticipation.

Once she finished washing and drying the plates, Mira wiped down the dining table, her thoughts racing with what the evening might hold. Just then, Zamian emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Mira’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she quickly turned away, not wanting to look at him. The sight of him in just a towel sent her heart racing, and she felt a rush of warmth spreading through her.

Zamian, noticing her reaction, couldn’t help but grin as he walked over to the wardrobe to change into something simple yet comfortable.

Gathering her courage, Mira took a deep breath. "Today is our wedding night."

Zamian paused, his curiosity piqued. "Go on."

Taking another deep breath, she continued, "I’d like us to... you know." Her voice trailed off, and she felt her cheeks heat up even more.

Zamian’s lips curved into a teasing smirk. "You know what?"

Mira shot him a look, exasperated but secretly amused. "You know what I mean! Like what couples normally do on their wedding night."

"But I have no idea what couples do during their wedding night," Zamian replied, his expression innocent, as if he genuinely didn’t understand. Mira’s cheeks flared at his words. Why was he doing this to her?

Zamian smirked again, leaning closer. "Enlighten me, your handsome husband." His tone was playful, and Mira could feel her heart race even faster.

Mira spoke in a rush, "I mean sleep together!" She blurted it out so quickly she almost bit her tongue in the process.

Zamian raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her embarrassment. "Slow down. If you’re talking about cuddling, we could cuddle. After all, we’ve done it before." There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that made Mira’s heart flutter.

Mira stammered, "N...not th...that! Are you trying to annoy me right now?" She crossed her arms in mock annoyance, but the way her heart raced told her she wasn’t really upset.

Feigning innocence, Zamian grinned. "I want you to say the word wifey." His playful challenge hung in the air, teasing her into submission.

"Wifey?" The word echoed in Mira’s mind like a chant, and her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink, heat pooling in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this conversation.

"I... I mean let’s c...con—"

Zamian raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Why should we compete?"

He already knew what she wanted to say; all he needed was for her to say the word. The anticipation in the room was thick, charged with their playful banter and underlying tension.

"Consummate," Mira finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the word hung in the air, heavy with meaning and vulnerability.

Zamian began to walk toward her, his steps fluid and graceful, like a dancer gliding across the floor. Mira lifted her chin, meeting his gaze, a mix of defiance and longing in her eyes.

"Look at me and say those words, baby," he said, his voice low and sultry.

"Okay, what’s with ’wifey’ first and now ’baby’? Is he trying to kill me with blushes?" she thought, feeling the heat radiate from her cheeks.

"I mean consummate," she finally managed to say, her voice trembling slightly.

"Good," Zamian replied, his approval washing over her like a warm wave. He bent closer, pressing his lips to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Now, I have to ask you—do you want this?"

His words felt more like a seductive chant than a question, laced with desire and promise.

"Yes," Mira replied, nodding with determination, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Once I start, there’s no going back." His words made her heart race even faster, a thrilling blend of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his tone serious now, as if he wanted to ensure she was ready for this leap.

"Yes, I am—" Before she could finish, there was a sudden sound.

"SHRAA!"

The shirt she had been wearing was suddenly on the floor, a cascade of fabric that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. She was left in only lingerie that covered little, feeling completely bare before him.

"So gorgeous," Zamian whispered, his voice dripping with pride and seduction.

Mira instinctively covered her chest when she noticed his gaze lingering longer than usual. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he gently held her hand and pulled it away.

"Don’t," he said softly, his eyes warm.

"They are perfect."