Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 98: Don’t Leave Me

Chapter 98: Don’t Leave Me

Mira was caught off guard by his words. She hadn’t expected him to say something so bold, even though she knew Zamian was fully capable of such teasing. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink as his hand lingered a moment too long on her chest. Instinctively, her hands flew to her breast, gently pushing his away. Zamian’s smile never wavered, even as he slowly withdrew, his gaze remaining locked on her, playful but affectionate.

"I’ve been thinking about everything I’ve wanted to do with you," Zamian murmured, his voice rich with desire. "But... I don’t want our little girl to hear your moans." His lips curled into a teasing grin, his voice deliberately low.

"Oh, Zamian, please stop," Mira protested, her cheeks now burning a deep crimson. She couldn’t help the way her body reacted to his words, her embarrassment only growing as he continued to tease her. His boldness had always been something she found both frustrating and charming. At this moment, it was too much. He had taken his teasing to a whole new level, and her heart raced from the mix of emotions.

Zamian chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "Do you want to rest?" His tone shifted, now laced with concern. The change was sudden but familiar. He always knew when to pull back, to ensure she was comfortable.

Mira hesitated for a moment, her body telling her that rest was what she needed. But something deeper inside—fear, perhaps—kept her from agreeing. She was afraid that if she fell asleep, he might leave. And after everything they had been through, the idea of waking up alone terrified her.

"No," she replied softly, her voice steady but her mind conflicted. She glanced at him, her eyes searching his face for reassurance. "Could you stay until tomorrow? Let’s just cuddle."

For a moment, Zamian remained silent, his expression unreadable. She could sense the hesitation, and for a split second, her heart sank. Would he leave again? She needed him here—now more than ever. Before she could voice her concern, Zamian spoke, his voice low and hesitant.

"I don’t—"

"Pretty please?" she cut in, her voice softening into a pout. Her lips curled ever so slightly, and her eyes blinked rapidly in the way she knew always melted his resolve. Her cuteness had always been her secret weapon, and now, it was no different. It caught him off guard.

He stared at her for a moment, as if trying to resist. But the look in her eyes, the vulnerability that came through in her request, broke through his defenses.

"Alright," he finally gave in, his voice almost a whisper.

"Yay!" Mira’s eyes lit up with genuine happiness, and without thinking, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. The action was quick, but the intimacy of it lingered in the air between them. Zamian’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he was left speechless, his own emotions catching him by surprise.

As he lay back down beside her, Zamian began to rethink everything. All the times he had hesitated, all the moments where he had held back—it weighed heavily on him now. If only he had acted faster. Maybe they would have been together sooner, spared some of the pain they had both endured. It wasn’t that he hadn’t already thought of this a hundred times before, but tonight, the weight of it seemed more unbearable.

His heart ached with the thought of how much he missed her, how much time they had lost. He missed her deeply, and it was clear she missed him just as much. He watched as Mira shifted to the other side of the bed, her body moving gently beneath the covers. Carefully, Zamian reached over, pulling the duvet over her to ensure she was properly covered, his touch light and deliberate, mindful of her comfort and the baby’s.

Once he was sure she was warm and secure, Zamian settled down behind her, spooning her gently. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close but not too tight, as he always feared causing her any discomfort. The warmth of her body against his was comforting, a reminder of everything he cherished about her.

"Zamian," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but enough to stir him from his thoughts. "What do you think of me?"

The question caught him off guard. He hadn’t expected her to ask something like that, especially now, after they had been through so much. Yet, there was a vulnerability in her voice that made him pause. Mira had spent so much time alone, time to think about everything they had gone through, and it was only natural that she would have questions. Questions she had likely been holding onto for a long time. But she was patient. She would wait if one month was all Zamian needed to gather himself.

He sighed softly before replying, his voice filled with sincerity. "My wife, you are an amazing person. My heart races every time I’m near you. Honestly, you’re too good for me."

Mira’s heart warmed at his words. She could hear the truth in his voice, the raw honesty that made her chest tighten with emotion. She hadn’t expected him to say something so sincere, so heartfelt. Her heart raced, and for the first time in a long while, she realized she wasn’t alone in the way she felt. She had always assumed she was the only one whose heart beat like this—fast, erratic, almost uncontrollable—whenever they were together.

"Do you still have the necklace?" she asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant. She couldn’t see his face from the way they were lying, but she didn’t need to. A part of her already knew the answer, but she asked anyway, hoping to hear the words from his mouth, to trust in what they had.

Zamian didn’t hesitate. "I never took it off. We made a promise."

Mira smiled unknowingly, the small gesture a reflection of the warmth she felt inside. She had feared, at some point, that he might have forgotten their promise, that the distance and time apart would have caused him to let go. But hearing his words now reassured her.

"Did you ever think about me... and the baby?" she asked again, her voice laced with curiosity but also a need for reassurance.

Zamian’s voice softened, almost as if he were confessing something too painful to admit aloud. "Mira, I think about you two every second. I almost thought I was losing my mind from it. I spend most of my time thinking about you, so much so that sometimes I feel like you’re the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. My darling... you have no idea what I want to do to you. I’m barely holding onto my sanity right now."

His voice tightened at the end, the strain evident in his words. The tension between them was palpable, a reflection of the depth of his emotions and the intensity of his desire. For a moment, Mira wanted to say something, to continue the conversation, but Zamian gently cut her off.

"Okay, that’s enough for tonight. Time for bed," he said, his voice soft but firm. He knew her well enough to know that if he didn’t stop her now, she would keep asking questions, questions that would only dig deeper into emotions that were already overwhelming.

Mira nodded, accepting his decision. She could sense that he was reaching his limit, emotionally and physically, and she didn’t want to push him further. After all, they had time. They had each other.

"Please don’t leave until I wake up," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"I won’t," Zamian reassured her, his voice calm and steady. Mira closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. As she drifted off, she murmured a soft "Good night."

"Good night, dear," Zamian replied gently, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before settling into the bed beside her.

Hours passed, and the night wore on. But Zamian’s peaceful slumber was soon disturbed by an uncomfortable heat spreading through his body. He stirred awake, confused by the sudden warmth. Why was he feeling this way? His body was reacting strangely, and it unsettled him.

Carefully, he slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb Mira. She remained curled under the duvet, her breathing soft and even. After checking that she was still sound asleep, Zamian made his way to the bathroom. The cold water from the shower offered some relief, but even after standing under the spray for what felt like an eternity, the heat in his body didn’t fully dissipate. He stepped out, feeling slightly better but still uneasy.

As he returned to the bedroom, something caught his attention—Mira’s forehead was glistening with sweat. Panic surged through him. Why was she sweating? Was something wrong? He rushed to her side, his heart racing with fear.

Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, he heard her faint voice, though she remained asleep.

"Please... don’t leave, Zam... Zamian, please, I beg you," she murmured, her voice weak and filled with desperation.

His heart clenched painfully at the sound of her plea. Why was she begging him not to leave? What was she dreaming about?

"I’m here, Mira. Please wake up, I’m here," Zamian whispered, his voice cracking as he gently tapped her shoulder. "Please, wake up."

Mira stirred slightly, her head moving as if she were struggling to free herself from whatever nightmare was holding her captive. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused and disoriented. When she finally locked eyes with him, relief flooded her features,Without warning, she pulled him close, pressing his face against her chest.

"You’re here," she whispered weakly before she continued "Please don’t leave me alone. Please come back to me," she sobbed, her voice trembling with fear.

Zamian’s heart ached. It was clear—she had experienced a nightmare, one that had shaken her to the core.