Mira’s breath hitched as she turned to him, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of shock and indignation. The words she wanted to say caught in her throat, tumbling over one another as her emotions surged.
"Of course, there’s everything wrong if they did!" she snapped, her voice trembling with the force of her feelings. "It matters a lot, Zamian! How can you even say that?"
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging slightly into her palms as she fought to steady herself. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, betraying the turmoil within.
"You’re not a child, first of all," she continued, her tone laced with frustration. "And besides, you’re married. I wouldn’t want anyone—anyone—to see my husband like that."
The words tumbled out before she could stop them, sharper than she had intended. Realizing the intensity of her outburst, Mira bit her lip hard and turned away, her cheeks flushing deeper. She hated how vulnerable she felt in monts like this—how easily her emotions seed to take control.
But why did it bother her so much? Why did the re thought of soone else seeing Zamian in such a state ignite this burning anger within her?
Her steps faltered as she tried to move past him, but the thoughts swirled relentlessly in her mind. The very idea of soone else laying eyes on Zamian’s bare body filled her with a fierce possessiveness she couldn’t fully understand.
It wasn’t just jealousy. No, it was sothing deeper, sothing raw and personal. The thought of another person having access to him, even in a way she hadn’t yet...
Mira’s hands trembled as she clenched them tighter, frustration bubbling over. "Goodness, what is wrong with ?" she muttered under her breath. "What’s wrong with this maddening husband of mine?"
She turned back to face him, her emotions shining clearly in her golden eyes. There was no hiding it now, no pretending she wasn’t affected.
"Don’t even think about letting anyone else do that," she whispered, her voice softer but no less intense. "Not when you’re mine."
The words hung in the air between them, thick with unspoken emotion. Mira’s eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. She hadn’t ant for it to co out like that, but it was too late to take it back.
What startled her even more was the look on Zamian’s face. His lips curved into a smile—one that seed warm at first glance, but there was an edge to it, a hint of sothing deeper he couldn’t quite conceal. His dark eyes locked on hers, and for a mont, she felt as though he could see straight into her soul.
Zamian couldn’t believe his wife was acting this way. The sheer intensity of her emotions amused him more than he cared to admit. The thought of Mira, usually so composed, being overco with jealousy because of him—it brought a strange, undeniable sense of pleasure.
"Mira," he began, his tone teasing, but she cut him off with a sharp glare.
Her anger flared again as she misinterpreted his smile. To her, it felt like mockery, as though he was dismissing her feelings entirely. Without another word, she turned abruptly and began walking toward the door of the bathroom, her posture stiff with indignation.
But before she could take another step, Zamian was there. His movents were swift, almost too fast for her to register, and in an instant, his strong arms wrapped around her waist.
Mira gasped at the sudden contact, her heart skipping a beat as she felt the warmth of his body against hers. His lips brushed against her earlobe, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine.
"Of course, they don’t," he murmured, his voice low and velvety. "How could I let them, when my wife is right here to do the job?"
His words hung in the air, their aning sinking in slowly. Mira’s cheeks turned scarlet as she processed what he had just said. The shock of his statent mixed with an undeniable warmth that spread through her chest.
For a mont, she was too stunned to respond. Then, as the initial embarrassnt began to fade, she turned in his embrace to face him. Her golden eyes narrowed slightly, though a playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"You’re impossible," she muttered, her tone softer now.
"And you’re adorable when you’re jealous," Zamian replied smoothly, his gaze never leaving hers.
Mira’s blush deepened, but she couldn’t help the smile that broke through. "You know you’re mine," she said softly, her voice tinged with both affection and a lingering hint of possessiveness.
Zamian nodded, his expression turning more serious. "Of course," he said, his voice rich with sincerity. "I’m very much aware of that."
Their laughter broke the tension, filling the room with a lightness that hadn’t been there before. For a mont, the world outside seed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, Mira couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. Despite everything, despite the argunts and the misunderstandings, this was where she belonged—with him.
A few hours later, Mira, Zamian, and little Zemi sat together at the dining table, the soft clinking of cutlery against plates punctuating the quiet. The room was filled with a warm, peaceful atmosphere, the kind that only family could bring.
Little Zemi, ever the curious one, paused mid-bite to look up at his parents. His wide eyes sparkled with joy as he declared, "Daddy, Mommy, the food is so good!"
Zamian chuckled softly, his chest swelling with pride. He glanced at Mira, who returned his smile with a soft, loving gaze. Monts like these reminded him of what truly mattered.
After a mont, Zamian cleared his throat, his playful tone from earlier replaced by sothing more serious. "After breakfast," he began quietly, "I want us to have a family photo. The king, the queen, and the princess."
Mira paused, her fork halfway to her mouth. She blinked in surprise, caught off guard by his suggestion. "A photo?" she repeated, her voice laced with curiosity.
"Yes," Zamian said with a smile, his gaze softening. "I’d like us to have a family photo. A mont to rember."
Mira’s expression shifted as his words sank in. She hadn’t expected such a thoughtful gesture, but then again, Zamian always had a way of surprising her. She nodded slowly, her heart swelling with warmth.
"The photographer will be here after breakfast," Zamian added, his tone gentle.
As they continued eating, Little Zami suddenly spoke up, her voice bright and playful. "Daddy, I don’t like apples anymore. I love grapes now. That’s my favorite food!"
Zamian smiled, his gaze shifting to Mira, who chuckled softly. "But you had said you loved bananas, and before that, you loved apples. But now, it’s grapes?" she teased.
Little Zami nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I do!" she confird with a confident grin.
Mira and Zamian shared a laugh, amused by their daughter’s ever-changing favorites. Her little quirks were always a source of delight for them, and they couldn’t help but smile at her innocent cuteness.
Mira smiled again, this ti more softly. The idea of capturing this mont—a mont of peace and togetherness—felt right.
As the family continued their al, the room settled into a comfortable silence. Little Zami, ever the chatterbox, giggled occasionally at so joke only she seed to understand. Mira couldn’t help but smile at her innocence, her love for her growing with every passing second.
"This is all I wanted," she thought, her gaze drifting to Zamian. "Happiness... together."
The sound of Little Zami’s laughter filled the room, breaking the quiet. Zamian reached across the table, his hand brushing against Mira’s.
"We’ll stick together, Mira," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "Always."
And for the first ti in what felt like forever, Mira felt a sense of peace she hadn’t known she was searching for. Everything was right before her, all at once.
They all laughed as Little Zami tried to mimic how her father ate, her small, determined face filled with concentration. Her attempt was endearing, and the sound of their laughter echoed around the room, warming Mira’s heart.
*****
Hello, dear readers! I want to let you all know that we are approaching the end of Forbiddenly Bound to You (FBTY). This journey has been nothing short of incredible, and I can’t fully express how grateful I am for all your support. Thank you for being a part of this story!
As we near the conclusion, I want to take a mont to express my deepest gratitude for sticking with through every twist and turn. Your comnts, encouragent, and enthusiasm have played such a huge role in this experience, and I am truly thankful for each and every one of you.
Thanks again, with love,
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