Italian Mafia Man's Indian Beauty

Chapter-12 Something Changed

"Am I dreaming?" Ojasvi pondered in her mind.

Believing she was caught in a dream, she shut her eyes tightly, envisioning her boss beside her. When she opened them again, the reality of her surroundings hit her, and she was taken aback to find him so close, causing her to flinch away from his hand. Damon, noticing her awakening, let out a sigh of relief but felt a pang of sadness at the loss of their connection. He was unsettled by her rejection of his touch and swallowed his disappointment. Rising quickly, he brushed off his clothes, while Ojasvi stared at him in shock.

Did he actually apologize, or am I imagining things? Ojasvi questioned her own mind.

Shaking off her thoughts, she rose to her feet, brushing off her dress. A stain marred her new outfit, prompting a groan of frustration. With a heavy sigh, Ojasvi glanced at her boss, wondering why he was there. He seemed genuinely concerned for her, but she couldn't fathom why, especially since he was the one who had punished her. Her boss was an enigma; one moment he was caring, and the next, he acted like the rudest person on the planet.

"Are you alright, Sun... Ms. Krishnan?" he inquired, hesitating over the word "sunshine." Ojasvi raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Wasn't he the one who had confined her? Now he was checking on her well-being? She thought to herself that he must be bipolar.

"I'm still alive, Sir," Ojasvi retorted, her words piercing Damon like a thorn. He struggled to swallow the lump in his throat.

"That's not what I meant, Ms. Krishnan. I was asking how you're feeling," Damon stammered, which only made Ojasvi smirk.

"First, you need to uncover who betrayed you, Mr. D'Antonio. My mind is racing with thoughts, so please stop talking. I'm really hungry and need to grab a bite," Ojasvi stated as she brushed past him, leaving him to sigh in disappointment. He trailed after her like a lost puppy. Ojasvi headed to the office canteen and ordered a cup of tea, hoping it would soothe her frayed nerves. Everyone watched her as if she were an alien, especially with the boss following her like a child in need of guidance.

"Why don't you just go home?" Damon suggested, watching Ojasvi sip her tea, raising an eyebrow that made him quickly avert his gaze. This petite woman was surprisingly intimidating at that moment.

"Don't you have work to do, Boss? Why are you tailing me like a lost puppy?" Ojasvi shot back, arching an eyebrow and fixing him with a stare that made Damon squirm in his seat.

"Ms. Krishnan, I'm merely trying to be considerate. Don't think you can exploit my current predicament," Damon retorted, reverting to his usual brusque demeanor, which elicited a smirk from Ojasvi.

"Wow! You're back to your usual self. Do I have the privilege of asking about the advantage?" Ojasvi inquired as she rose from her seat, prompting Damon to get up from his chair as well.

"Mr. D'Antonio, I believe you have a meeting to attend. Please, go handle your responsibilities. I can manage on my own, and I assure you, I'm perfectly fine," Ojasvi said with a hint of irritation, which brought a sigh of relief from Damon as he noticed her fiery spirit returning. Hearing her declare that she was okay encouraged him to head to his office. Ojasvi stood there, watching him leave, surprised that he didn't respond to her remarks.

What on earth is going on with him? Ojasvi pondered.

Something must have changed in him. He's acting so unusually polite, making her look at him in confusion. This isn't the Damon she knows. What could have caused such a shift?

What changed in him, the way he was seeing her like he is life dependent on her? His stare bothered her when she opened her eyes and that's why she jerked from his touch, not that she felt uncomfortable but his eyes explained worry for her. Pushing those thoughts, she moved to her cabin, not before ordering her food.