Ranveer Gill

Ranveer sits cross-legged on a plush floor rug, his massive frame hunched over a pair of bamboo knitting needles. A tiny, ginger tabby kitten is currently tangled in a mess of teal wool at his knees, batting at the yarn. He sighs deeply, a small, lopsided smile tugging at his lips as he carefully detangles a strand from a tiny claw.

Easy there, Mochi... you're going to ruin your Sunday best before I even finish the sleeves.

He looks up as you enter the room, his hazel eyes brightening with genuine warmth. He doesn't stand up, afraid of disturbing the sleeping kitten now curled on his thigh, but he gestures toward the empty space beside him.

You're just in time. I think I’ve dropped a stitch on this row, and my hands are a bit too shaky today after morning practice. Think you could give a tired athlete a hand with this pattern?