It was late afternoon in the hotel room where Rohit and Virat were playing FIFA, but their FIFA session was soon interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open.

Shubman casually walked in, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and was speaking animatedly into it, as the mobile was on speaker, Abhishek's voice could be heard on the other end. In his other hand, Shubman had his coffee cup, still half-full as he nodded along to whatever was being said.

Ishan, meanwhile, walked in with both hands occupied—one holding a coffee cup, and the other balancing two more cups that he was clearly planning to hand over to Rohit and Virat. His mischievous grin was in place as he approached the duo sitting on the white fluffy bed with controllers in their hands, but he didn't stop talking.

"Yo, Shub, Abhi's totally capping on this. You think he's deadass ?" Ishan asked, raising his eyebrows as he moved towards Rohit and Virat.

Shubman, still holding the phone with one hand, gave a soft chuckle. "Nah, bro, he's just flexing for the 'Gram. You know how it is, right Abhi?"

From the phone, Abhishek's voice replied, "Nah, I'm not capping, yaar. I'm telling you—this is legit stuff. Just wait and see!"

Ishan handed one of the cups to Virat, who had kept his controller aside and was now just blinking in pure confusion, clearly not understanding what was going on.

"Here, Vi Bhai," Ishan said, his tone casual as if this was just another day.

Rohit who also kept his controller aside, was looking just as bewildered as Virat and watched Ishan pass the second coffee cup to him before they both sat down, on the bed.

"Yo, yo, yo," Shubman continued, his voice picking up speed as he carried on his conversation. "But like, I'm telling you—when you pull up to the squad like that, it's lowkey cringe. Abhi, you gotta chill with those trends, my guy."

"Big facts," Ishan chimed in, giving Shubman a quick nod. "Man, you're wildin'. Ain't nobody need to flex that hard for the 'Gram, dawg."

Abhishek's voice from the phone protested, "Nah, fr, y'all are haters. This is the next big thing. Just wait, I'm gonna blow up, and y'all will be in my DMs askin' for collabs."

Virat, now holding the coffee cup, shared a look with Rohit before, he turned to look at Ishan with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell are y'all even talking about?"

Ishan took a sip from his cup, smirking. "It's just Abhi wildin' out on some new trend. He thinks he's bout to go viral or somethin'. Lowkey, it's kinda sus."

Shubman laughed, "Exactly, Abhi you are out there hustling some wild meme merch. Claiming it's gonna be fire. But nah, it's giving off serious cap vibes, bro."

As Shubman and Ishan continued their back-and-forth with Abhishek, the confusion in Rohit and Virat's eyes grew as if the words coming out of their mouths were from an entirely different universe.

Rohit, who was still holding his coffee cup, leaned in closer to Virat and whispered, "Vi, do you have any idea what they're talking about?"

Virat, who had been quietly trying to make sense of the conversation, shook his head slowly. "Not a clue, Ro. But as far as I know these idiots, surely koi faltugiri hi kar rhe hoge, yeh log."

Ishan took another sip of his coffee before shaking his head at the phone, his voice full of exaggerated disbelief. "Abhi, no cap, you can't just throw 'viral' around like it's a badge of honor, man. It's gotta hit."

From the phone, Abhishek's voice was incredulous. "Bruh, trust me, I got this! You'll see, this is about to blow up—mark my words!"

Rohit, still holding his coffee cup, looked at Virat. "I don't even know what 'hitting' or 'blowing up' means in this context anymore," he muttered under his breath.

Virat, who had been silent for a few moments, let out a sigh, his fingers still loosely gripping his coffee cup. He shot a glance at Rohit, who was looking just as puzzled.

"I just hope these guys don't end up on the headlines for something like, 'Indian Cricketers talking about blowing up a place.' Imagine the chaos, Ro. Just imagine."

Rohit, trying to stifle a chuckle, nodded in agreement, taking a slow sip of his coffee as he watched the Shubman and Ishan talking to Abhishek on the mobile,

"I mean, I agree, these people are a whole other level of chaos and stupidity," he muttered, shaking his head. "But let's be real, Vi, I am sure, they ain't planning to blow anything up except their own reputations with that kind of talk."

Shubman, still holding the phone with one hand and sipping his coffee with the other, shook his head with an exaggerated sigh.

"Ah, bro, that's more like damp at this point," Shubman said, shaking his head with a smirk. "The whole 'viral' thing you're pushing? Nah, it's giving off major dead energy, man. You might want to rethink that one."

"Wait," Virat interjected, "'Fire'? And what's this damp business? Are you guys speaking in riddles or something?"

Ishan, who was still sipping his coffee, shook his head. "Nahi Bhaiya. Fire means cool, like, lit, ya know? And damp? It's like, the opposite. Like, it's not cool." He looked at Shubman for confirmation, who nodded enthusiastically.

"But why are you using damp for something that's not cool?" Rohit asked, genuinely perplexed. "Wouldn't 'damp' just mean... wet?"

Shubman jumped in before Ishan could speak. "It's not about literal dampness, Ro Bhai! It's the vibe, you know? You get what I mean, right?"

Virat blinked in sheer confusion. "Wait, so if something's cool, you call it fire. And if it's not cool, you call it... wet?" He shook his head as though trying to process the nonsensical flow of words.

Abhishek couldn't hold back a laugh. "Nah, nah, it's not that simple, Vi Bhaiya. It's all about context! You know, when you're flexing in the squad, you gotta have that drip. That's how you stay fire."

Rohit's eyes widened at the word 'drip.' What is that even supposed to mean? Drip... like you're leaking or something?"

Shubman shook his head in disbelief, but it was clear he was enjoying watching the older duo struggle. "Ro Bhai, drip is style, swag, the way you dress. You know, like, 'Hey, look at me, I got the best drip in the room!'"

Ishan grinned mischievously, adding fuel to the fire. "Exactly, Ro Bhaiya! You can't be showing up looking all 'basic' if you want people to think you're fire. Drip is essential!"

Rohit rubbed his temples. "Okay, so basically, if I'm wearing a plain T-shirt, I'm 'damp,' but if I wear something fancy, I'm 'drip'? What am I, a faucet now?"

Virat couldn't contain his laughter any longer. He burst out, nearly spilling his coffee. "A faucet! Oh man, Ro, you're killing me!" He wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. "But seriously, guys, where did you even pick up such complicated words?"

Shubman rolled his eyes playfully. "Come on, Bhaiya, it's not that complicated. You just gotta vibe with it, you know?"

"Vibe with what exactly?" Virat asked, sitting up straighter, as exasperation started creeping into his voice. "The fact that you're turning perfectly good words into complete nonsense?"

Ishan chimed in, "Nah, Vi Bhaiya, we're just keeping up with the times. Don't overthink it!"

"Overthinking?" Rohit scoffed, taking another sip of his coffee. "I'm pretty sure my brain cells are committing mass suicide trying to make sense of this conversation."

Abhishek's voice crackled through the speaker. "Yo, that's lowkey savage, Ro Bhai! You're catching on!"

Virat raised an eyebrow. "Wait, now 'savage' is part of this too? I thought we were talking about being wet..."

Rohit shot Virat a look that could only be described as done. The confusion was written all over his face, a mixture of disbelief and the struggle to stay calm amidst the madness. "Vi, just... keep the coffee cup on the side table, alright?" he said, his voice dripping with a hint of exasperation.

Virat blinked, momentarily taken aback by the request. But as he shifted to place his cup on the side table, the moment his hand left the cup, Rohit swiftly kicked him off the bed.

"Oi! What the—?" Virat yelped, scrambling to steady himself as he fell to the floor.

Rohit couldn't contain his laughter, doubling over on the bed. "Sorry, Vi, but I had to do something to break up this ridiculous conversation. Plus, your face right now? Priceless."

Ishan and Shubman burst into laughter, momentarily forgetting their phone call with Abhishek. Even Abhishek's chuckles could be heard through the speaker.

"Oh, so you think this is funny?" Virat growled, pulling himself up from the floor. His eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint appearing. "You know what? Two can play at this game."

Before Rohit could react, Virat lunged forward, tackling him onto the bed. The two wrestle, as they tumble across the bed, locked in a mock battle. The sounds of their scuffling filled the air, echoing with the occasional slap or grunt. It was clear that the two were trying to outdo each other, neither willing to give up.

Ishan and Shubman had completely forgotten about their phone call with Abhishek, their voices rising in excitement as they hyped up the moment. Just as things were escalating, the door creaked open.

Jinks stood there, momentarily frozen in surprise at the scene unfolding before him. His eyes darted from Rohit and Virat on the bed to Ishan and Shubman hyping them up. It only took a second for him to realize what was happening and with a small shake of his head, he took a step back.

With a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, he gently shut the door, making sure it didn't creak, not wanting to disturb the madness further. Turning away, he took the phone from his pocket, glancing at the screen to see Ashwin and Bhuvi's names blinking. Shaking his head with an amused smile, he raised the phone to his ear.

"Don't worry, Ash and Bhuvi," he said, his tone a mix of exasperation and fondness, "Those idiots are alive, just having one of their... intense bonding sessions, you know? Wrestling, screaming, pretending they're still twenty, all that fun stuff."

Jinks shook his head again, barely holding back a laugh. He paused for a moment, the sounds of Ishan and Shubman's excitement still echoing faintly in the background.

Jinks rolled his eyes. "No, Jaddu you ain't missing anything so important."

He sighed dramatically, walking away from the door, the sounds of Virat and Rohit's grunts growing louder. "Honestly, I am glad you ain't here, right now. Cause I wouldn't have been able to handle you coupled with Ro and Vi."

Jinks could hear Ashwin and Bhuvi laughing on the other end, but he just shook his head. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, you both. I'm out here living the dream, guys. Anyway, I hope Jaddu isn't making you both go nuts, in the hospital."

He chuckled to himself as he strolled back to his room, enjoying the few rare, precious minutes of peace.

Jinks knew it wouldn't last long—Rohit and Virat would inevitably barge into his room, dragging him into their never-ending fight and making him the unwilling referee once again.

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I was supposed to write about Ash Anna's retirement, but I was so sad with everything going around due to Rohit and Virat's bad form that I had to write this..will surely publish Ash Anna's chap too soon :)

PS. This Oneshot's idea came to me, suddenly and I wrote it in just 2hrs lmao, so let me know your thoughts on this one.

XOXO!