THEM 'Ishman'

When Goa Met Chaos

The moon hung high over Goa, casting a silvery glow over the bustling streets, alive with the hum of nightlife. 

The group of flatmates stood near their scooters, each more chaotic than the next, their laughter cutting through the warm coastal breeze.

Shubman leaned against his sleek black scooter, arms crossed, exuding that effortlessly cool, bad-boy vibe he always carried. 

Beside him, Mayank was proudly showing off his scooter's newly customized headlights.

"Bro, it's just LED strips from Amazon." Rohit deadpanned, squinting at them like they were the most mundane thing he'd ever seen.

"Details matter, man!" Mayank struck a dramatic hero pose, as if he'd just invented the wheel.

"Yeah, well, your details look like Diwali leftovers." Hardik quipped, sending the group into fits of laughter.

Meanwhile, Abhishek was locked in a battle of epic proportions with his helmet, yanking at the strap like it was a Rubik's Cube from hell. "Why won't this stupid thing fit?"

"Because your head's basically a planet." Hardik smirked, flexing dramatically in the scooter's mirror.

"Bro, don't blame the helmet; blame evolution." Shubman added with a grin, drawing another round of laughter.

Before Abhishek could launch a counterattack, Virat, ever the impatient leader, revved his scooter with an air of authority. "Can we move it, people? Goa's not going to explore itself!"

"Relax, Captain Serious. The sea's not going anywhere." Hardik threw an arm around Virat's shoulders.

"Wait, where's Ishan?" Rohit asked, looking around.

"Probably still inside, Googling 'how to wear a helmet.'" Siraj quipped, earning collective chuckles.

Right on cue, Ishan stumbled out of the villa, looking like a walking meme. 

His oversized hoodie practically swallowed him whole, his hair was an adorable mess, and he held his helmet in one hand like it was a foreign object.

"I'm ready!" Ishan announced triumphantly, though his helmet slid down over his eyes, making him look like a lost minion.

"Bro, you're precious." Abhishek grinned, reaching over to pinch Ishan's cheeks.

"Stop it! I can do it myself!" Ishan swatted Abhishek's hand away, fumbling with the strap like a baby raccoon.

Hardik doubled over, gasping between laughs. "Oh my God, how do you even survive daily life?"

"I manage just fine!" Ishan pouted, puffing his cheeks like an angry squirrel.

"Come here, you little adorable chotic alien." Shubman finally stepped forward, gently taking the helmet from Ishan's hands. With practiced ease, he adjusted the strap under Ishan's chin, his fingers brushing lightly against his jawline.

"There! Now it won't fly off mid-ride." Shubman said softly, his voice warm and steady.

"Thanks..." Ishan mumbled, cheeks flushing pink as he avoided Shubman's gaze.

"Alright, lovebirds! Can we get moving before the sun comes up?" Mayank called out, smirking.

The scooters roared to life, filling the air with the scent of gasoline and adventure as they sped off into Goa's neon-lit streets. 

Music blared from beach shacks, the salty ocean breeze mingling with the faint aroma of seafood.

Ishan clung to Shubman like his life depended on it, his arms wrapped tightly around Shubman's waist, his head buried in his back.