Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 99: Kiss Me

Chapter 99: Kiss Me

Zamian, still surprised by Mira’s words, hadn’t yet fully processed the softness of her breasts pressed against his face. Every beat of her racing heart thudded steadily against him, a rhythm he couldn’t ignore. His mind, so often focused and calculated, seemed to pause in this moment, overwhelmed by the closeness and vulnerability between them.

"I’m here," he murmured softly, his voice carrying both reassurance and a promise he wasn’t even fully aware of. He could feel her breath against his skin, the warmth of her presence grounding him. "I will never leave you," he added, a certainty he hadn’t realized had taken root in him until now.

His arms, strong but gentle, wrapped around her as he began to softly pat her back. He hoped the motion would soothe her, bring her comfort in a way words sometimes couldn’t. Slowly, Mira pulled away, just enough to meet his gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away around them. It was as though some hidden communication passed between their eyes—an unspoken exchange of warmth, safety, and understanding. They didn’t need words to know that in this moment, they were each other’s anchor.

"I’m here," Zamian reassured her again, his voice tender but firm. His eyes softened as he reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a small white towel. With the utmost care, he wiped her tear-streaked face, his touch gentle yet deliberate. He wanted her to know that she didn’t need to hide her emotions from him, that her vulnerability only made him cherish her more.

After wiping her face, he turned to grab a bottle of water from the same drawer. Unscrewing the cap, he offered it to Mira, his eyes still locked onto hers. Even in such a simple gesture, there was an intimacy—a connection that spoke louder than words. Mira took the bottle, her fingers brushing lightly against his, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to revel in the warmth of his presence.

"Kiss me," Mira’s voice was low but filled with determination. Her request was unexpected, and it caught Zamian off guard. For a split second, he froze, surprised by his wife’s bold words. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss her—he did, more than anything—but the suddenness of her request made his heart race, and for a moment, he felt the weight of his emotions catch up with him.

"Ki—" Mira began to repeat herself, thinking perhaps Zamian hadn’t heard her, but before she could finish the word, his lips were already on hers. His kiss was soft, gentle, yet filled with a hidden promise. It wasn’t rushed or hurried; it was deliberate, a slow burn that spoke of everything he felt for her but hadn’t yet put into words. He kissed her as if trying to convey that he would always be there for her, no matter what. After what felt like an eternity but was only moments, they gently pulled away.

"I have a surprise for you," Zamian said softly, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. "But you’ll have to wait until I get back."

Mira’s curiosity was immediately piqued. What surprise could he possibly have in store for her? The spark in her eyes was undeniable as she stared at him, her mind already racing with possibilities. But she also knew Zamian well enough to know that he wasn’t one to reveal his plans easily. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was planning for her.

Though John had warned Zamian not to tell Mira anything—not even to hint that there was a surprise in the works—Zamian found it impossible to keep it from her. He had wanted to keep his promise to John, but the excitement of it all, and the joy it would bring her, was too much for him to resist. This was all he could do to stop himself from telling her the full truth right then and there.

Mira’s curiosity only grew. She stared at him with a questioning gaze, her eyes full of both wonder and suspicion. Zamian, knowing her all too well, simply smiled and gently guided her back toward the bed.

"Now, go to sleep," he said softly.

Mira hesitated for a moment, still curious, but eventually nodded. "Stay with me, okay?" she asked quietly, her voice a little more vulnerable now.

Zamian nodded, his hand lightly brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. He lay down beside her, settling into the bed. He had pulled away earlier because he knew that if he had kissed her any longer, he would’ve lost his restraint completely. But now, as he lay beside her, the temptation to hold her close was overwhelming.

He shifted closer to her, spooning her gently from behind. His hand rested on her growing tummy, the connection between them even more profound with their child now a part of their lives. He began to caress her softly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns over her skin. Slowly but surely, Mira succumbed to sleep, her breathing evening out as she fell into a deep, peaceful slumber in his arms.

***

The first light of dawn began to filter through the window, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Mira’s eyes fluttered open, her body still heavy with sleep. For a moment, she struggled to take in her surroundings. The events of the previous night felt like a dream—too surreal, too perfect to be real. But then she felt the familiar weight of an arm wrapped around her waist, and the memories came flooding back.

Zamian had come. He had really been there.

Mira smiled to herself, the warmth of the memory spreading through her like sunshine. She was supposed to be at her meditation class right now, and after that, she usually went for a short walk. But none of that seemed important anymore. Not when she had Zamian here with her. She shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and gently placed her hand on top of his, which still rested on her waist. For a few moments, she stayed like that, relishing the peace of the morning and the quiet presence of the man she loved.

As she tried to get up, Zamian stirred, his grip tightening slightly as he held her in place.

"Good morning, my dear wife," he whispered, his voice husky with sleep.

Mira smiled, her heart warming at his words. "Good morning to you too, my dear husband," she replied playfully, rephrasing his words.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, until Mira finally remembered her schedule.

"I missed my classes," she said softly, her voice carrying just a hint of guilt. But truthfully, she didn’t mind missing them. Not today.

Zamian, who knew exactly what she meant, chose not to reveal that he had already been aware of her routine. He didn’t want to raise any suspicions about how closely he had been observing her life, even when he wasn’t physically present.

"I need to go for a walk," Mira said, more to herself than to him.

Zamian nodded. "I’ll join you, then," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

His words surprised her. She hadn’t expected him to offer to come along. Usually, walks were something she did alone, a peaceful time for her to clear her thoughts. But the idea of having Zamian with her made her heart flutter in an entirely different way.

She nodded, still slightly shocked, and made her way to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. After freshening up, she changed into a gym outfit designed for pregnant women. Mira didn’t usually participate in intense workouts—she much preferred the serenity of a morning walk—but she had a deep respect for those who managed to stay active throughout their pregnancies.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, Zamian had already changed into something simple as well. He wore a casual shirt and gym pants, his physique effortlessly cool. Mira couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment. He looked like the male lead in a movie, the kind of actor who garnered millions of fans for his striking looks and captivating presence. She smiled to herself, thinking how lucky their daughter would be to inherit such good genes. There was no doubt in her mind that their child would be beautiful.

They walked together down the manicured path, the early morning sun casting a soft glow over the landscape. The air was crisp and cool, and the silence between them was comfortable, peaceful. Mira smiled as she watched the sunrise, the beauty of the moment filling her with a quiet sense of joy.

"Isn’t it beautiful?" she asked, her voice soft as she turned to Zamian, her eyes sparkling with wonder.

"Yes," Zamian replied, though his gaze remained fixed on her rather than the sunrise. To him, she was the most beautiful thing in the world, more captivating than any sunrise.

Mira didn’t want to spoil the peaceful moment, but a question had been nagging at her for some time, and she knew she couldn’t let it go unanswered. If she didn’t ask now, she would regret it later.

"If we ever divorced, would you remarry?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zamian’s hand stilled for a moment, and his brow furrowed slightly as he processed her question. But then, his gaze softened, and he looked at her with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

"Mira," he began, his voice low and steady, "there will never be anyone else but you."