We had some good times, didn't we?
We wore our hearts out on our sleeve
Goodbyes are bittersweet
But it's not the end
I'll see your face again

The Mumbai humidity clung to them like a second skin as they exited the airport terminal. Rohit Sharma, ever the grounded leader, kept a smile plastered on his face amidst the sea of flashing cameras and cheering fans. Virat Kohli, the fire still simmering in his eyes, allowed himself a rare, unadulterated grin. This wasn't just a World Cup win; it was the culmination of years of toil, individual struggles, and finally, the sweet taste of collective triumph.

"Look at this, Hitman," Virat said, gesturing at the throngs of fans chanting their names. "Remember that U-19 days, dreaming of moments like this?"

Rohit chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "Yeah, who knew we'd be the ones leading India to a T20 World Cup win, that too on our farewell tour?"

Virat's smile dimmed slightly. "Farewell tour, huh? Feels strange, doesn't it?"

"Strange, bittersweet, but the right decision," Rohit said, his voice firm. "We leave on a high, with this trophy." He tapped the gleaming case nestled between them.

A comfortable silence settled between them, a language only they understood. Years of shared experiences, triumphs, and heartbreaks flowed through that quietude. Finally, Virat spoke, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, Rohit. For everything. For believing in me when the chips were down, for being the calming voice I needed sometimes."

Rohit's own eyes welled up. "And you, Virat. You pushed me to be a better leader, a better cricketer. We may not always have seen eye-to-eye, but dammit, we did it together."

Just then, a booming laugh echoed behind them. Ravindra Jadeja, his ever-present swagger masking the lump in his throat, sauntered up. "Couldn't leave the farewell party without yours truly, could you?"

Rohit and Virat exchanged a watery smile. "Come here, Jaddu," Rohit said, pulling him into a tight hug. The three figures, titans of Indian cricket, stood there, a silent promise hanging in the air - their bond transcended the boundaries of the sport.

After what felt like an eternity, they reluctantly pulled away. "Alright, superstars," Virat said, his voice gruff. "Time to head home. Wives must be getting impatient."

"Yeah, Rivaba's gonna kill me if I'm late for dinner," Jadeja said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

They walked towards their respective cars, the weight of the goodbyes settling in. Reaching his car, Virat turned back. "Remember, Hitman," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Just because we're retired from T20s doesn't mean we can't whoop your IPL team's ass next season."

Rohit laughed, a genuine, full-bodied laugh. "Bring it on, Cheeku. But remember, I still have the bragging rights of winning 5 trophies."

With one last lingering look, they exchanged a final "see you soon," a promise that resonated deeper than mere words.  One by one, they pulled away, leaving behind a trail of emotions and a legacy that would forever be etched in the annals of Indian cricket.  The roar of the departing cars faded into the Mumbai night, a bittersweet symphony marking the end of an era, and the beginning of a new chapter in their legendary bromance.

And I know we'll be alright, child
Just close your eyes and see
And I'll be by your side
Any time you're needing me