THEM 'Ishman'

Roast-Mates

The team was hanging out in the game room of their hotel, surrounded by snacks, soft drinks, and a competitive vibe that was as intense as a high-stakes cricket match.

Ishan and Shubman had strategically positioned themselves side by side, looking like they were plotting world domination—or at least the next prank.

"Okay, I have to ask," Virat Kohli said, crossing his arms and eyeing Shubman suspiciously. "What's up with you two always sticking together these days? I mean, we get it, you're bromance goals, but it's starting to feel like a reality show—'ShubIshan: Partners in Crime.'"

Shubman gave a smug smile and shrugged. "What can I say, Virat bhai? I need to keep an eye on Ishan. Someone has to make sure he doesn't accidentally run towards the wrong end while batting."

The room erupted in laughter, and Ishan nudged Shubman playfully. "Oh, so you're my official babysitter now? Great, just what I needed!"

"More like your damage control." Shubman replied with a wink. "Whenever you do something embarrassing on the field, I'm the guy explaining to the fans that it was a 'strategic move.'"

"Strategic move?!" Rohit Sharma laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch. "Shubman, buddy, the only strategy Ishan has mastered is how to eat three plates of biryani before the post-match interview."

"And that's the kind of skill you should be proud of!" Ishan said, grinning widely. "At least I'm not the one ordering gluten-free desserts in a team of hardcore samosa fans."

"Oh, shots fired!" Rishabh Pant jumped in, pointing at Shubman. "He's talking about you, Shubman! Gluten-free Gill! What's next, are you going to start a diet blog—'How to Stay Fit and Fabulous with Shubman Gill'?"

"Hey, don't knock it." Shubman said, holding his hands up. "I've got to keep these biceps in shape, Rishabh. Unlike you, whose diet plan is 'Eat whatever makes you laugh louder.'"

"Ha! You're right." Siraj added with a chuckle. "Rishabh's laughter burns more calories than his gym workouts!"

The team burst into another round of laughter, and Shubman turned to Ishan, giving him a conspiratorial nod. 

"See, Ishan? We have to stick together. Someone has to keep these jokers in check."

"Yeah, well, speaking of jokers." Tilak Varma said, smirking at the two, "Is anyone else noticing how Shubman always comes to Ishan's rescue? It's like watching a Bollywood hero saving the damsel in distress!"

"Except in this case," Jasprit Bumrah said, grinning, "the damsel is Ishan with his messy hair and the distress is his batting average!"

Everyone roared with laughter as Ishan threw a cushion at Jasprit. "Oh, come on! I'm not a damsel, and Shubman is definitely no knight in shining armor!"

"Yeah," Shubman agreed, shaking his head. "Armor would be too heavy and not gluten-free!"

Rohit raised an eyebrow and smirked at Shubman. "You know, Shubman, I'm starting to think you've got a soft spot for Ishan. Always comes to his defense like a true hero. Should we get you a cape or something?"

"Hey, hey!" Ishan said, pretending to be offended. "I can defend myself, thank you very much. But if Shubman wants to be my personal superhero, who am I to say no?"

"Personal superhero?" Virat said, laughing and shaking his head. "I can already see it now—'Shub-Man: Defender of Ishan's Mishits.'"

"That's right!" Shubman said, puffing out his chest dramatically. "Whenever Ishan messes up, I'll be there with an excuse faster than Siraj bowls a bouncer!"