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Abhi was meticulously working on the interiors of Shubman Gill's house, her focus entirely on the colour swatches and samples she had spread out before her.
The living room was in a state of transformation, with new furniture pieces arriving and paint samples adorning the walls.
The light streaming in through the large windows highlighted the vibrant colours she was considering, each swatches a potential element in the final design.
"Alright, so maybe this blue for the accent wall?" she mused aloud to herself, holding up a swatch. "But then what about the sofa? Oh, wait, no. The rug! Ugh, focus, Abhi, focus!"
As she carefully examined a particularly striking shade of blue, she stepped back without looking and bumped into someone behind her. Startled, she spun around, the box of colour swatches slipping from her hands and landing squarely on the person's foot.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Abhi exclaimed, her eyes wide with embarrassment. "I swear, I didn't mean to—"
The person let out a sharp yelp, clutching their foot. "Ouch! Watch where you're going next time!" he grumbled, hopping slightly on one foot.
Abhi quickly knelt to gather the scattered swatches, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" she muttered under her breath.
When she looked up, she found herself face-to-face with Ishan Kishan, who was still wincing in pain but wearing a familiar mischievous grin.
"Ishan! I didn't see you there. Are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face as she scrambled to pick up the fallen swatches. "Please tell me I didn't break your foot."
Ishan chuckled, still holding his foot. "Yeah, yeah, I'll survive. But seriously, that box felt like a ton of bricks," he said, trying to make light of the situation.
Abhi finally managed to gather the last of the swatches and stood up, offering him an apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry. I was just so absorbed in these colours. Didn't expect anyone to be standing right behind me." She then mumbled to herself, "Who stands right behind someone in a workspace? So impractical."
