Beyond Expectations

A Day in the Life of Isha

"Rikansh, not this again!"
Isha exclaimed, frustration lacing her voice as she leaned forward over the table.
"How many times do I have to tell you? There are other ways to approach this problem. You can adjust a few details here and make things more innovative, you know? Does every plan of yours have to be so boring and straightforward?"

"I'm afraid not everyone can be as intriguing and unconventional as you, Isha,"
Rikansh said, his voice steady and serious.
"But this method is the most efficient way to address the problem. Sometimes, simplicity leads to the best results."

"Tch, come on, Rikansh! That's fine and all, but can't you atleast add a little design, texture, or even color here? Why is everything so monochromatic and gloomy? You do realize this room is meant for a child, right?"

Nearby, a few colleagues exchanged exasperated glances. "Ab kya hua unhe?" one asked quietly, trying to gauge the tension. "Is baar kya hua?" another murmured, already dreading the familiar clash.

"Wahi, firse dono ki personality ki clash of clans," someone sighed, shaking their head in resignation.

"Yaar, yeh har Monday kyu shuru kar dete hain?" one colleague remarked, frustration creeping into their voice.

"Sirf Monday? Inka to roz ka hai yeh!" another added, crossing their arms as they prepared for yet another round of bickering between the two.

"The room will be decorated with those details in mind, Isha. But remember, that's not our job; that's the interior designer's responsibility," Rikansh replied, his voice calm yet firm, trying to keep the conversation from escalating.

"Oh wow! Then why are we even working together? Tum apne hisaab se ghar banalo, fir jo dekhna hai interior designers wagera dekh lenge nahi? Ceiling jhumar ke liye thora niche ho gaya hai, ha to isme hamari galti thori na hai?! Wo to tumhara kam hai na?"

Rikansh pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, all too familiar with Isha and her tantrums.

"Isha, you know I'm not talking about that."

"Well, you just told me that you'd like to build the house to your own liking and let the interior designers handle the rest."

"That's not what I meant."

"That's how I interpreted it, though."

"Well, you're wrong," Rikansh replied.

"Not my fault. You sounded like that."

"Alright you guys stop." The Manager finally stopped them. "Isha are you suggesting that we should change the texture of the material and make a change to the bookshelf?"

"Yes sir, a little bit to the left"

"Alright we'll do that. Rikansh you have any problem?"

"No. We'll do as you say."

"Alright now go get some lunch you workaholics. Agar aise hi chalta raha to ya to main marjaunga tum dono ka jhagra sunte sunte ya fir tum dono bina khane ke mare jaoge. Kuch kha bhi loo jaoo"

Finally, Isha and Rikansh left the meeting room to grab lunch.

"Do you really need the last word in every argument?" Rikansh asked, standing beside Isha as they waited for the elevator, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Not my fault I'm always right," Isha replied, shrugging as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You're unbelievable," Rikansh said, shaking his head.

"Why? Too unbelievable for your male ego to handle a woman who's always right and good at her job?" Isha teased.

He chuckled. "Trust me, it takes more than a few words to get under my skin."