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WARNING
[R18]
"Right now," Zamian whispered, his voice low and sultry, "I'll make sure you only call my name."

"Z-Zamian, what are you... what are you doing?" she gasped as he pulled her even closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a magnetic force drawing her in.

"Shh," he whispered against her ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. "Not yet. Save that voice for later."

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Mira Adams, a 19-year-old girl, ran into the forest to escape the death that the war had brought her. Little did she know, she would meet Zamian Zan, a mysterious stranger who took her in for reasons unknown. She escaped the next day. 

On her 21st birthday, she finally left the small village after pleading with her grandfather, who agreed for reasons she didn’t understand. Little did she know, she was destined to marry the stranger she had met two years earlier.
Zamian, now 23, is a CEO and secretly the king of a hidden kingdom. He marries Mira due to a debt her late father owed him, but that wasn't his only reason—he told her he wanted a child from her, though his true motives remain a mystery to her.

Forbiddenly Bound To  You

The saleswoman's eyes sparkled with amusement, and Mira could barely suppress her laughter.

"Absolutely!" she replied, embracing the moment. This shopping trip turned out to be more fun than she had expected, and it made her heart feel warm, something she hadn't felt in a while.

After they finished shopping, James had already loaded everything into the car. Before they drove back, Lily and Mira giggled as Lily repeated the lady's words, mimicking her playful tone. It was actually funny, and Lily felt relieved that Mira was no longer looking sad.

Lily noticed the genuine happiness on Mira's face and smiled to herself. "We'll start the decorations after you get back from the hospital," Lily said, her tone light and cheerful. Mira's smile grew gentle, and her heart fluttered at the thought. She was grateful for Lily's constant presence during this difficult time.

Silent Longings