𝙹𝚊𝚊𝚗 : 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

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Hey, Chocozz Fam!

It's a special day today—it's my birthday! 🎉🥳
I know I might seem a little bold asking this, but can I please have 1k followers on Wattpad as my birthday present? Pretty please? 🥺💕

Note: I want to sincerely apologize because I had planned to double-update as a treat for my birthday, but I could only finish one chapter. 😔 This week has been super hectic with my Pre-Annuals, and I couldn't manage my time well.

But don't worry—I promise to update very, very soon! Your patience and understanding mean the world to me. 💖

Thank you for all the love and support. You guys are the best!

Much love,
Your Author 💕

•Ashvik in Italy!!•
▪︎Ashvik's Pov▪︎

When something—or someone—you cherish more than life itself is torn from your grasp, it feels as though the air around you has turned to glass. Every breath you take is sharp, cutting, incomplete. It's not just her absence; it's the silence of her laughter, the ghost of her smile that lingers in your memory, taunting you with the beauty of what once was close and now feels impossibly far.

She is my everything—my jaan, my addiction. Without her, every moment is a hollow ache. Her presence was my solace, her voice my melody, her eyes the calm that could ground even my stormiest thoughts. Now, all I have are fleeting moments—a FaceTime call when her brothers relent, a text to tether me to her world. But the moment the screen fades or the message ends, the restlessness swallows me whole.

It's been a month—a month of enduring the void her absence has left. A month of holding back the urge to tear apart the distance keeping us apart. And yet, here I am, bound by duty, anchored to my empire. The ARS EMPIRE will not crumble. It cannot. Because I am its foundation. I am The Lord.

They all know who I am. The underworld trembles at my name, whispers my legend. They fear me not because of what I have, but because of what I am capable of taking. Every step I take leaves echoes of my power, every move a reminder of why they do not challenge me. And yet, even with the weight of this world at my feet, the ache of her absence reduces me to something... raw.

Because none of this—none of the power, none of the fear, none of the control—can fill the void she's left behind. My jaan, my reason. She is the only addiction I can't overcome, the only battle I've ever fought where surrender feels like victory.

"You know, the Prince of the UK himself texted me, asking how I'm doing? Maybe he's worried since all of Italy knows about my accident."

I came out from my chain of thoughts when she spoke. My eyes flicked to the screen, her words immediately catching my attention. I didn't realize when, but I was already glaring at her through the screen, giving her a look that screamed don't even think about doing something stupid.

"You better not play with me, Jaan." I warned her, my voice dropping an octave, turning deep and commanding.

"What playing, Shiv? Prince William is just being kind. But... he is hot, though—"

My eyes darkened, turning cold as ice. My jaw clenched, and I tightened my grip on the phone, battling the wave of fury—or more accurately, jealousy—threatening to spill over.

Hell, she knew exactly how to push my buttons. And being away, she was using that knowledge far too well.

"But, you're hotter! No—hottest! Way more dashing and handsome. Like the husband material you are, Shiv." she added quickly, clearly sensing the storm brewing on my face.