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These update is messy, seriously a super messy, a chaotic and adorable I was with my cousin's today and whatever we junglies did disasters in kitchen today and I included it ❤️ hope it's not annoying and you guys will enjoy it ❤️

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After some time, Virat noticed unfamiliar faces apart from Rohit and Sameer. He quickly glanced at Rohit, who was about to get up but stumbled and landed on his bum on the floor.

"Careful, Rohit!" Virat exclaimed.

At that moment, Ishan chimed in, "Papa, sambhalke!"

Everyone in the room sat there with shocked expressions on their faces, including Virat, who whispered, "Papa?"

Virat's heart raced, pounding wildly in his chest, a chaotic symphony of disbelief and horror as he watched Ishan sprint toward Rohit. "Dada, aap apna dhyaan nahi rakh sakte! Na bacche ho, abhi bhi lekin ek bacche ke baap ho, samjhe?" Ishan exclaimed, dramatically slapping his forehead, his playful reprimand ringing through the room like a bell of revelation.

Rohit's face transformed, a mix of surprise and affection washing over him. "Haan ji, baba, samajh gaye. Sorry na!" he said, holding his ears with an exaggerated pout, as if he were a child caught misbehaving. In that moment, he looked both vulnerable and endearing, as if the weight of fatherhood was settling upon his shoulders.

The atmosphere shifted, and the room fell into stunned silence. Each person processed the moment differently, emotions swirling like a storm. Sam, Nidhi, Zoya, and Sufyaan stood back, watching, but it was Jassi and Shubhi who felt the emotional weight most acutely. Shubhi broke the silence, his voice a mix of confusion and irritation. "Bhaiya, why is he calling you Papa?" he demanded, his brow furrowing as jealousy bubbled to the surface. "And you, mister, I know Rohit bhaiya gives off fatherly vibes, but that doesn't mean you should call him Papa! Just call him Bhaiya like us!" His words were sharp, cutting through the chaos.

Ishan, ever the playful spirit, found amusement in the tension. "Oye, mister, matlab-" he began, but before he could finish, Nidhi interjected, "Aray, Ishan, call him Shubhman! His name is Shubhman!"

Before Ishan could respond, Zoya piped up, "Aray, Ishan, call him Chachu! Since you call Rohit Bhaiya, he's going to be your Chachu. Just call him that!"

The room erupted in a cacophony of reactions. Shubhman's eyes widened in horror, his face a mix of disbelief and embarrassment. "Chachu?" he gulped, the word tasting foreign on his tongue, as if it carried a weight he wasn't ready to bear.

Ishan's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Haan, didi, mai toh bhul hi gaya! Yes, Shubh Chachu... I know my father is quite handsome, perfect boyfriend material, but kya karu, dad hai mere, isliye Papa hi bolunga na..." His innocent bravado hung in the air, both endearing and chaotic.

Laughter erupted, a chorus of joy mingled with disbelief. Jassi, kl, and Rishu couldn't contain themselves, their laughter ringing out, not just at Ishan's words but at the sheer absurdity of the moment. Shubhman's face, caught between horror and humor, sent them into fits of giggles. The room felt alive with energy, a whirlwind of emotions-joy, confusion, love, and the tangled threads of newfound responsibilities.

In that chaotic moment, Virat realized that this was more than just a revelation; it was a turning point. Their lives were shifting, friendships evolving, and the bonds of family expanding in unexpected ways. It was messy, chaotic, and beautifully real.

Amidst the laughter, Rohit noticed Virat sitting in silence, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. Damn, he hadn't realized it would be this difficult to explain everything! While everyone had a vague idea about Ishan, Rohit knew he needed to make a proper introduction.

Suddenly, he sprang up, clapping his hands like a showman. "Alright, everyone! Time to change, or you're all going to catch a cold!" He pointed dramatically. "And you, Ishu, get your mischievous bum off the floor and go change! No more masti, okay?"

"But Dada," Ishan pouted, clearly reveling in Shubhi's flustered reaction. He was having way too much fun! But one fierce glare from Rohit was enough to set him straight.

Ishan reluctantly stood up, crossing his arms. "Paa, aap sahi kehte hain ki aap sirf 30 ke lagte ho, lekin har harkat aapki 50 walon ki hai! You're no fun, Dada!" He added with a dramatic flair, "Lunch will be everyone's favorite, but you'll only get quinoa salad and juice!"

With a cheeky smirk, he exclaimed, "I dare you to step into my kitchen!" and dashed out of the room, leaving chaos in his wake.

Rohit's eyes widened in disbelief, mouth agape. "Lekin Ishu, baba, suno toh sahi!" he shouted, but Ishan was already gone, leaving Rohit standing there, half-amused and half-exasperated. The room erupted in laughter, with everyone shaking their heads at the delightful chaos Ishan managed to create, the reaction of Rohit is worth to watch lamao.

**Rohit:** Alright, everyone, get up now! If you don't, he's going to unleash chaos. I'm just here trying to enjoy myself, please!

The room was filled with laughter, but there was a palpable tension as everyone watched the usually cold and arrogant Rohit visibly flinch in front of a small child. It was a sight that caught everyone off guard; they couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. Slowly, everyone got to their feet, though Ict and Virat stood confused, unsure of where to go amidst the playful chaos.

**Rohit:** Sam, take Rishu, Jassi, KL, and Shami to the guest rooms. The rest of you can freshen up in your usual spaces. And Vihaan and Shubhi, come on! Get up! We're heading to my room!

Just as they were about to disperse, Zoya hesitated, biting her lip. "Umm, Rohit bhaiya," she said softly, "after we freshen up, Sufyaan and I are going home." Her smile was faint, but there was an undercurrent of determination in her voice.

**Rohit:** But Zoyee, you know Ishu needs you guys! He's going to get overwhelmed. Right now, he's in a carefree mood, but once he steps into the kitchen, it'll all hit him. He'll start overthinking everything!

**Zoya:** I understand, bhaiya, but he needs to confront this on his own. He has to build connections; these people are his family. To truly bond with them, he can't rely on anyone else. You know he's already familiar with their favorite foods and stories; he just needs a little nudge. You all will help him find his way. So, please, enjoy yourselves! Besides, we've had so much fun since yesterday!

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken understanding. Sameer and Nidhi nodded, their expressions serious yet supportive. The room erupted in a flurry of movement, everyone racing toward their respective rooms, the chaotic energy blending laughter with an underlying sense of hope.

As Rohit watched them go, he felt a whirlwind of emotions-fear for Ishu's vulnerability mixed with a strange pride in their growing bond. The laughter and teasing faded, replaced by a deep longing for family connections, as he realized that sometimes, love meant letting go.

Everyone was bustling about, getting freshened up, the air thick with anticipation. Jassi, KL, Rishu, Shami, Jad, and Ash were especially excited, their laughter echoing through the house. On the other side, Sam, Nidhi, Zoya, and Sufyaan finished their own routines, exchanging encouraging words with Ishan. They wanted him to feel confident and at ease. Ishan had retreated to the kitchen, where he found solace in the rhythm of cooking. The kitchen was his refuge; after Rohit, it was where he felt most at home, surrounded by the comforting scents of baking and the soothing act of preparing meals.

In Rohit's room, the atmosphere was charged with energy. Virat stood in front of the mirror, carefully styling his hair, while Shubhi sprawled across the bed, his eyes scanning the room. Rohit was getting ready, the sound of fabric rustling and the clinking of accessories filling the air. Suddenly, Shubhi's eyes widened as he took in the myriad photographs adorning the walls. Each frame told a story-there were countless pictures of Ishan with Rohit, Sam, Nidhi, Zoya, and Sufyaan.

One picture caught his attention: Ishan and Rohit with a man who resembled Mr. Sharma. "I think that's Rohit's uncle," Virat remarked, peering closer. Their gaze then shifted to a large frame of Rohit with Virushka, beaming with joy, and a candid shot of Rohit cuddling with Jassi and Rishu, their faces alight with laughter.

The chaos of memories unfolded in front of them-practice photos of Shami, KL, and Rohit in the nets, a thrilling shot of Rohit, Jaddu, and Virat on horseback, and a heartwarming image of Ash animatedly explaining a book to Rohit. In that moment, Rohit's expression was hilariously wide-eyed, as if he was hanging on to every word.

Shubhi, with a hint of innocence, said, "Maybe we didn't see Rohit bhayya's world, Virat bhai, but we were already in his world."

His words hung in the air, resonating with a deeper truth. It was a realization that brought warmth to Virat's heart, easing the ache he had been carrying. There was a sense of belonging that pulsed through the room, chaotic yet comforting, a reminder of the family they had built together.

As laughter bubbled up, the feeling of connection wrapped around them like a warm embrace. In that moment, the chaotic energy of their lives blended into a tapestry of love and shared experiences, and Virat knew that despite their struggles, they were stronger together.

Ishan was in the kitchen, immersed in creating comfort food that felt like a warm hug-dal chawal, fragrant biryani, rich desserts, pizza, and creamy pasta. As he chopped vegetables and stirred pots, he swayed his hips gently, humming songs that filled the air with joy. The aroma wafted through the house, drawing everyone out of their rooms, curious and eager.

One by one, they gathered in the hall, witnessing Ishan lost in his own world of cooking and singing. They watched him with soft, affectionate gazes, their hearts swelling with warmth. It was a beautiful sight, watching someone so dedicated, so passionate.

But Virat couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped into the kitchen, a burst of energy amidst the calm. "Hey, Ishu..." he called out, his voice breaking the tranquil atmosphere. The sudden sound made Ishan jump, jolting him from his reverie. For a fleeting moment, fear flickered in his eyes-fear of judgment, of not living up to expectations. But when he recognized Virat, that fear began to dissipate, replaced by a hint of relief.

Virat smiled warmly, sensing the weight Ishan carried. "Kya bana rahay ho? Khushboo bohot acchi hai!" He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply, the enticing aromas sparking excitement within him.

Ishan felt a whirlwind of emotions surge through him-a mix of joy, anxiety, and gratitude. Despite his nerves, words slipped from his lips effortlessly, almost as if the kitchen had given him courage. "Arrey, kuch nahi, chachu. Bas everything is ready; we just need to arrange it on the table. Aap chaliye, mai aata hun."

As he spoke, he felt a sense of belonging wash over him, the chaos of the kitchen becoming a source of comfort. In that moment.

Virat didn't move from where he stood, his voice barely a whisper as he asked, "Kya kaha tumne?" In that moment, reality crashed over Ishan like a tidal wave, drowning him in a flood of worst-case scenarios. Panic surged through him-what if Virat didn't like being called "chachu"? His mind raced, and his voice began to stutter. "Umm, mai woh... I'm sorry. Agar aapko bura laga hai toh I won't call you like that anymore. I'll call you sir... umm, yeh sir?"

Virat, sensing the storm of emotions swirling within Ishan, understood why Rohit had insisted on introducing him only when Ishan felt comfortable. This small figure in front of him was irresistibly cute and squishy, but Ishan's anxious demeanor reminded Virat of his own struggles with overthinking. He watched as Ishan bit his nails, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson, looking every bit like an adorable anime prince caught in a chaotic moment.

Ishan's eyes widened like saucers, confusion mixing with embarrassment as he struggled to process Virat's reaction. It was as if his tiny brain was running a mile a minute, and the silence hung heavy in the air. Virat could sense the tension building, the weight of unspoken words almost suffocating.

Taking a deep breath to break the mounting anxiety, he finally said, "Ishu, it's okay, baba. Chill! You can call me whatever you want-not just 'chachu.' You can call me 'Virat, or viii.' I won't mind! Besides, mai tumhare papa I mean rohit jitna budha toh nahi hun," he added playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

The tension shattered like glass, and Ishan let out a giggle, the sound bright and pure, echoing through the kitchen. It was a release-a floodgate opening as his nerves melted away, replaced by a sense of relief and warmth. In that chaotic moment, laughter filled the space, transforming anxiety into connection, and Ishan realized he was safe to be himself.

Virat smiled as he watched Ishan's laughter bubble up, a pure sound that seemed to lighten the chaotic atmosphere. "See? No need to worry!" he said, leaning closer, his voice conspiratorial. "I promise I won't bite, even if you call me 'chachu' every day!"

Ishan's giggle transformed into a fit of laughter, the sound infectious as he felt the warmth of Virat's easygoing nature wash over him. Virat, seeing the spark of comfort in Ishan's eyes, decided to push the playfulness even further. "You know what? How about we make a deal? If you promise to call me 'Viiiii' at least once, I'll let you pick the toppings for the pizza!"

Ishan's eyes lit up at the idea, a mix of excitement and mischief dancing within them. "Really? Can I add extra cheese?" he asked, his earlier tension fading away.

"Extra cheese? That's the spirit! And maybe some pineapple for good measure!" Virat teased, his grin widening as he watched Ishan's face twist in mock horror.

"Pineapple? No way!" Ishan exclaimed, shaking his head dramatically. "That's a crime against pizza!"

"Okay, okay! No pineapple, I promise!" Virat chuckled, reveling in the banter. He reached out and ruffled Ishan's hair affectionately. "But seriously, Ishu, you can be yourself around me. No judgment here, just good food and laughter. That's the rule."

Ishan felt a rush of warmth at Virat's words. It was a simple sentiment, yet it wrapped around him like a cozy blanket. "Thanks, Viiiiiii chachuuuuu," he said, testing the name on his tongue. It felt comfortable and friendly, a promise of the bond they were starting to form.

Suddenly virat smirked how about rohit paying for these not introducing ishan to me earlier and his mind clouded with some mischievous idea he immediately called ishu

"You know, Ishu," he said, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "I think we have the perfect plan to get back at your papa."

Ishan's eyes widened with curiosity. "What do you mean?" he asked, leaning in, his earlier embarrassment forgotten.

Virat grinned mischievously. "I've noticed that Rohit takes himself way too seriously sometimes. How about we team up and give him a taste of his own medicine?"

Ishan's face lit up with excitement, the prospect of a little mischief igniting his imagination. "What do you have in mind?"

"Okay, here's the plan," Virat said, leaning closer as if sharing state secrets. "While we're cooking, we can make the worst possible food combination ever. Like... pizza with dal! Or biryani with chocolate syrup!"

Ishan burst into laughter, the thought of mixing such wildly different foods making him giddy. "That sounds hilarious! But what if he actually eats it?"

"Exactly! That's the beauty of it! Just imagine his face when he takes a bite. I can already see him trying to keep a straight face while his taste buds rebel!" Virat chuckled, the idea fueling their shared amusement.

"Okay, let's do it!" Ishan agreed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But we have to make it look good so he doesn't suspect anything."

As they began preparing their culinary chaos, Virat kept the teasing going. "Just think, while we're here having fun, your dad will be in the living room wondering what went wrong in his kitchen!" He threw a glance toward the hallway, ensuring Rohit was still distracted.

"Do you think he'll get mad?" Ishan asked, half-laughing, half-nervous.

"Mad? No way! He'll probably be confused, but that's the best part! We're just showing him how to lighten up a little!" Virat reassured him. "And if he gets too serious, we'll just say it was a 'new fusion dish'!"

The two of them continued their playful plotting, giggling as they mixed ingredients and created their "unique" dishes. The kitchen became a whirlwind of laughter and chaos, with flour flying and playful banter filling the air.

Ishan felt a rush of excitement and comfort being part of this lighthearted scheme. With each laugh, he felt more at ease, realizing how effortlessly Virat included him in this playful rivalry against Rohit.

As they prepared to unveil their culinary creations, Ishan glanced at Virat, feeling a newfound sense of camaraderie. "This is going to be epic!" he declared, his earlier worries completely forgotten as they stepped into the delightful chaos of their plan.

As the aroma of their chaotic concoctions filled the kitchen, Virat and Ishan exchanged gleeful glances, barely able to contain their excitement. They finished just as Rohit entered, his expression one of curiosity mixed with a hint of skepticism.

"What are you two up to?" Rohit asked, eyeing the mismatched spread on the table-pizza adorned with a layer of dal and biryani topped with a drizzle of chocolate syrup.

"Just a little cooking experiment, Papa!" Ishan replied, trying to suppress a grin.

Rohit raised an eyebrow, suspicion evident on his face. "Experiment, huh? What kind of experiment?"

"Um, a fusion dish!" Virat chimed in, adopting a mock-serious tone. "You know, combining the best of both worlds. You're going to love it!"

Ishan stifled a laugh, watching as Rohit stepped closer, inspecting the plates. The tension built as Rohit picked up a slice of the dal pizza, his face a mask of confusion. "You both actually made this?" he asked incredulously.

"Just try it, Dad!" Ishan urged, unable to contain his laughter any longer. "It's a new taste sensation!"

With a reluctant chuckle, Rohit took a bite, his face morphing from curiosity to utter disbelief. "What on earth...?" He chewed slowly, trying to process the explosion of flavors, a mix of intrigue and horror playing across his features.

"Isn't it delicious?" Virat asked, barely holding back laughter.

Rohit's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation hitting him. "You two are insane!" he exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is the worst-yet somehow the best-thing I've ever tasted!"

Ishan was nearly rolling on the floor with laughter, watching his father's bewildered expression. "I told you! It's an experience!"

As the initial shock wore off, Rohit couldn't help but admire the bond between his son and Virat. They were a chaotic duo, effortlessly bringing joy and laughter into the room. Seeing Ishan so animated and carefree warmed Rohit's heart. It reminded him of the importance of friendship and playfulness in life.

"Seriously, you two make quite the team," Rohit said, a smile spreading across his face. "I'm proud of you both. Ishan, you've got a knack for culinary creativity-albeit questionable."

"Thanks, Papa!" Ishan beamed, his cheeks flushed with happiness.

Virat shot him a playful look. "And don't forget, this is all part of my master plan to help your dad lighten up a bit!"

Rohit chuckled, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of it all. "Well, mission accomplished. Just don't let your future culinary career revolve around chocolate biryani, okay?"

The three of them erupted in laughter, the kitchen filled with warmth and chaos. In that moment, Rohit felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. He admired how Virat effortlessly brought out the best in Ishan, encouraging him to embrace his playful side.

As the laughter settled, Rohit realized that these moments of joy and connection were what life was all about. With friends like Virat, who needed perfection? Together, they created a world of laughter, creativity, and cherished memories-one chaotic dish at a time.

As Rohit, Virat, and Ishan reveled in their playful antics, the kitchen buzzed with laughter and creativity. They were lost in their own world, seemingly oblivious to anyone else around. But not far from the kitchen door, KL, Jassi, Shubh, Siraj, Shami, Jaddu, and Ashwin stood together, arms crossed and expressions sulky.

"Look at them," KL muttered, glancing over at the trio. "It's like they're the only ones in the room."

Jassi sighed, a pout forming on his lips. "I can't believe they're having all that fun without us. What's the point of a group if they just ignore the rest?"

Shubh leaned against the wall, shaking his head. "I know they're having a good time, but it feels like they're in a whole different universe. I feel so left out."

Siraj shrugged, a smirk on his face despite his feelings. "Maybe we should start our own kitchen experiment. Let's see how they react when we make something even crazier."

Shami chuckled, shaking his head. "What's crazier than dal pizza? I think they've hit peak chaos."

Jaddu rolled his eyes, his playful demeanor fading. "It's just unfair. We should be a part of this, not just spectators."

Ashwin crossed his arms, his expression a mix of annoyance and longing. "They're making it look so easy, so fun. It's hard not to feel a bit jealous."

Just then, Ishan let out another fit of laughter, and the sound echoed through the kitchen, pulling at the hearts of his friends. KL sighed, unable to hold back any longer. "Okay, enough sulking. Let's crash their party."

With that, Jassi took the lead, marching into the kitchen with determination. "Hey! We want in on the fun!" he called out, his voice ringing with a mix of enthusiasm and urgency.

Rohit turned, surprise lighting up his face as he spotted his friends entering. "You guys want to join us? We're just getting started!"

Virat's face broke into a grin. "Yes! Come on! The more, the merrier! We need everyone to make this chaos even more chaotic!"

Ishan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he saw his friends rushing over. "Yes! We're making the most outrageous food ever! Join us!"

KL exchanged glances with the others, feeling a spark of hope. "Alright, let's see what we can add to the madness," he said, stepping forward with a renewed sense of purpose.

As they gathered around the kitchen island, the energy shifted. Jassi grabbed a spoon, starting to mix ingredients with a flourish. "I propose we add some spicy chutney to the pizza. Let's see how adventurous we can get!"

Shubh chimed in, "And how about some pickles? Nothing says fusion like a pickle pizza!"

The group erupted in laughter, the tension from earlier melting away. Siraj and Shami began tossing flour at each other, creating an impromptu food fight that had everyone squealing and dodging.

Rohit watched, his heart swelling with pride. The camaraderie and chaos had transformed the kitchen into a vibrant hub of creativity and laughter. He admired how Virat had not only brought Ishan out of his shell but had also reunited his friends in a delightful whirlwind of activity.

"Look at them," he thought, chuckling to himself. "They're all just kids at heart, finding joy in the simplest things."

As the kitchen erupted into a joyful commotion, Ishan felt an overwhelming sense of belonging. Surrounded by his father, his friends, and Virat, his viii chachu,he realized that this was what life was about-embracing the chaos, sharing laughter, and making memories together.

In that moment, with flour flying and laughter ringing, the kitchen became a tapestry of friendship, creativity, and pure, unfiltered joy.

That's it for now....

Hope you enjoyed it ❤️

Next will be proper and emotional intro of ishan & Ict with Rohit...

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Amy ❤️