𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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A Message to My Chocozz Fam❤️

First of all, I really want to thank you for the kind words you left on the announcement box when I shared that I wasn’t feeling okay. It truly made me feel like I’m not alone.

Second, I’m really, really sorry. The guilt of making you wait for the chapter is honestly making me tear up. I want to write, I want to update, I want to complete this book—but right now, I just can’t. My mind is completely blank, and it scares me because I genuinely don’t want to lose my writing skills. This self-doubt, anxiety, overthinking, and fear are getting a hold on me. I’m trying to fight it. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, but it’s the first time I’ve felt this helpless.

I’m not saying this for sympathy—I just know you genuinely listen to me and understand my emotions. I haven’t shared this with anyone… not that I really have anyone to share it with.

Never mind—all I need is a little support, understanding, and love, if possible. I promise I’ll write beautiful chapters again. I will come back, but I just need a little time. Time for myself. I hope you understand. 🫶🏻

And let me tell you something—I really love you, Chocozz. You guys are an important part of my world, and I will never disappoint you. That’s a promise.

Please take care of yourselves, and if you ever need to talk, I’m all ears. You can share anything with me—I’m a good listener!

P.S.: I asked you to follow me on Wattpad or Instagram not to increase my followers, but so you can see the updates I post there. When I see "Update" comments over and over, it puts me in even more guilt, and that’s the last thing I need right now.

Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

•Revelation!!•
▪︎Ashvik's Pov▪︎

"What type of ring would you like, Ma'am and Sir?" The manager of the most exclusive and renowned jewelry brand asked, her professional smile unwavering as she presented us with a selection of diamond rings.

I watched as she carefully examined the designs, her eyes scanning the intricate details.

But then—

"Nah! I'm not liking it." She rejected them without hesitation.

I shot a sharp glare at the manager, who instantly bowed in apology before bringing out their latest collection.

"Ma'am, may I know what kind of design, color, or diamond you are specifically looking for?" The manager asked, trying again.

She fell silent for a moment, her brows slightly furrowing in thought before she turned to me.

Our eyes locked.

And then, in a soft murmur, almost like a confession, she said—

"Like his eyes. The ocean blue color... dark yet deep, soft yet dangerous. A diamond that sparkles when the light falls on it—just like his eyes shimmer whenever I'm around."

She turned back to the manager. "Do you have anything like that?"

The manager nodded and hurried off to find exactly what she had described.

But I—

I was frozen.

A strange warmth spread through my chest, my breath momentarily stolen.

She had just compared a mere diamond to my eyes... but the way she said it. The depth in her voice, the unfiltered admiration—

It wasn't just about the color.