The living room of Shubman Gill's flat was a picture of relaxed chaos. Ishan Kishan was sprawled on the sofa, playing a video game in his track pants and a "Game Over" hoodie.
Abhishek Sharma, clad in comfy sweatpants and a "Don't Disturb" t-shirt, was lounging beside him, absorbed in a magazine.
Aditi Nair, his girlfriend, was curled up in an armchair, wearing a flowy sundress that clashed hilariously with the otherwise casual vibe.
Sai Sudharsan was leaning against the wall, wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that showed off his impressive abs, while his girlfriend, Ahvi Raghavendra, was sitting cross-legged on the floor in a cozy hoodie and sweatpants.
Virat Kohli was chilling on the bean bag, looking sharp in a pair of joggers and a well-worn "King of the World" t-shirt.
Hardik Pandya, in a casual pair of shorts and a tank top, was tossing a stress ball back and forth between his hands.
Shreyas Iyer was pacing around in loose sweatpants and a "Chill Vibes Only" hoodie, while KL Rahul was half-asleep on the couch in sweatpants and a relaxed t-shirt.
Rohit Sharma was in the kitchen, trying to make a smoothie, dressed in a pair of shorts and a "Chef Mode" apron that was more stylish than functional.
The room was filled with a medley of chatter, laughter, and the occasional shout of frustration from Ishan's game.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, breaking the mellow hum of conversation. Shubman, who had been lounging in a pair of faded jeans and a comfortable "Weekend Vibes" tee, groaned as he stood up. "Who the hell could that be?"
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