New driver in the paddock

Unpacking

When Y/n arrived at her new house in Monaco, she was filled with excitement and a sense of fulfillment. This was a milestone she had dreamed of for so long. The first thing she did was unpack a few essentials—clothes, some kitchen items—and slowly started to bring her personality into the space. The house itself was a perfect blend of modern comfort and classic charm, with white walls, polished wooden floors, and marble countertops that gleamed under the soft lighting.

The living room was the heart of the house, spacious yet cosy, with plush sofas and a low, sleek coffee table. Y/n immediately placed her favorite books on the shelves lining one wall, along with her cherished vinyl records and some framed family photos. It was important for her to make the house feel like home, and that meant adding elements that reflected her life and heritage.

A beautifully woven, colorful Indian rug lay in the center of the living room, adding warmth to the cool tones of the furniture. On the coffee table, a brass diya sat, something her mother had given her for good luck, casting a soft, golden glow when lit.

Her room was next—a haven of comfort. She placed a few soft, embroidered cushions with intricate designs on her bed, matching the earthy, rich tones of the room. A large window opened up to the view of the city below, and she’d already set up a corner with a comfy chair for reading.

In the kitchen, marble counters gleamed, and Y/n couldn’t wait to start cooking here. She placed a small spice rack near the stove, filled with aromatic Indian spices—turmeric, cardamom, cumin—that reminded her of home. The terrace just outside the kitchen was perfect for late-night tea or early-morning coffee, with a few potted plants that added to the serene atmosphere.

As she continued unpacking, her trophies found their place in the office, a room with a desk facing a large window. Here, Y/n set up her workstation, but it also became a space to display her achievements—trophies from races, awards from her career. A shelf held a collection of framed photos: her with her family, friends, and even some candid shots from her racing career.

Music was another big part of her life, and her musical instruments—guitars, a keyboard—found their place in the corner of the living room. She could already imagine evenings spent playing a few tunes, unwinding after a day of racing or strategizing.

Her bedroom was the next space she tackled. She wanted it to be a peaceful retreat from the high-pressure world of Formula 1. The room had large windows that let in natural light and opened up to a balcony overlooking the sea. The white and brown color scheme of the house extended here, but Y/n added her own touch with soft, embroidered cushions in rich, earthy tones that adorned the bed. A cozy reading nook by the window was her favorite addition, with a chair draped in a traditional Indian shawl—a gift from her grandmother. The shawl’s deep red and gold embroidery was a subtle reminder of her heritage and gave the room a comforting warmth.

Her trophies, from the many races and championships she’d won, were the first to be unpacked. She carefully arranged them in a display cabinet in the office, where they could be admired without taking over the space. Alongside them, Y/n placed framed photographs—one of her with her family at a karting track when she was just a kid, another with her team from her first F1 season, and a few candid shots of her and her closest friends from the paddock. Each photo had a story, each trophy a memory of battles fought and won.

The kitchen was spacious and modern, with gleaming marble countertops and state-of-the-art appliances. Y/n, though often busy with races, loved to cook whenever she got the chance. She placed a small spice rack by the stove, filled with aromatic Indian spices like cumin, coriander, and cardamom—essentials for when she craved the flavors of home. She could already picture herself making her mother’s signature dishes here, filling the house with the scent of freshly made curry or chai.

The terrace, just off the kitchen, became her sanctuary. With potted plants lining the space, a small table, and a few chairs, it was perfect for quiet moments—whether it was sipping her morning coffee while watching the sunrise or winding down in the evening with a cup of tea.

Throughout the house, Y/n added touches that blended her racing career with her personal life. Her collection of books was now neatly stacked in the living room, alongside her guitars and keyboard. Music had always been her escape, and she knew there would be many nights spent playing melodies that helped her unwind after long days on the track. She had even placed a small brass diya, a traditional Indian oil lamp, on the coffee table—a gift from her mother for good luck. Lighting it in the evenings felt like a connection to her family and her heritage.

Decorating the house wasn’t just about making it look beautiful; it was about creating a space where she felt truly at home. From the Indian accents that reminded her of her upbringing to the memorabilia from her career, every corner of the house now carried a piece of her story. As Y/n settled into her new home, she felt a deep sense of peace and belonging. Monaco was no longer just a place for racing—it was her home.

Every step of the way, as she unpacked and set up her new home, Y/n could feel herself settling in more. This house was becoming her sanctuary, a blend of her professional and personal worlds, with an Indian touch that tied her to her roots. It was cosy, welcoming, and everything she had hoped it would be.