Canvas of Love

Blushes and Banter

It was evening when the entire team gathered in the lounge area, buzzing with anticipation. Everyone was ready for the outing, each showcasing their unique style.

Abhishek was busy fussing over Mayank's appearance. 

He adjusted Mayank's shirt collar and gave him a once-over before declaring dramatically, "You're seriously undermining my efforts here."

 Abhishek himself was dressed to the nines, exuding confidence, while Mayank, in contrast, wore a casual t-shirt paired with denim pants. 

Every time Abhishek glanced at Mayank, he rolled his eyes dramatically, eliciting a warm, unbothered smile from his friend.

Hardik stood nearby, radiating his own unique flair in proper party clothes. His shirt had a glittery inscription on the back that read, "Excuse me, ladies! My man is here." 

Meanwhile, Rahul, ever the epitome of understated charm, sported a simple t-shirt and pants, clearly indifferent to the fashion show around him.

Virat and Rohit were also present, both dressed and ready to leave. 

Their casual banter echoed in the air as they watched the chaos unfold.

"Abhishek, are you trying to roll your eyeballs out of your sockets today?" Rohit asked, his laughter infectious.

"Haha, very funny!" Abhishek shot back, his tone dripping with mock indignation. 

"Can't you see this chipmunk over here, wearing typical 'chimpu clothes'? I mean, look at him, then look at me!" He gestured dramatically, flailing his hands in ways that seemed more suited for interpretive dance than a fashion critique.

"And what about that mummy ki jai outfit you're flaunting?" Virat chimed in, unable to control his laughter.

 He nudged Rohit, who momentarily glared at him before breaking into a grin.

"You wouldn't understand, Vi bhai. This is what we call fashion—oh, sorry, young fashion." Hardik declared, flipping his collar with exaggerated flair and pointing to the text on his shirt.

"Hardik, you look like a disco ball, a broken one." Rahul deadpanned. 

His neutral tone and expression made his remark land even harder.

"And please, don't go around telling people I'm your man. I don't want to get banned from pubs and parties." Rahul added with an exaggerated eye roll.

"Of course, baby!" Hardik responded with a mischievous grin, his voice oozing playful mischief.

 "Why would I ever do that?" Rahul rolled his eyes again but couldn't suppress the small smile tugging at his lips.

Amid the banter, Abhishek suddenly smirked mischievously and said, "Well, enough about this. Where are Ishan and Shubman? Are they already making out?"

As if on cue, Ishan appeared at the top of the stairs. 

He wore a crisp white shirt with his hair perfectly disheveled, a look that only amplified his boyish charm. His cheerful voice broke through the chatter. 

"Oh, hey, guys! How do I look?" He asked with a soft smile, waving at the team.

"Oh. My. Gawd!" Abhishek exclaimed, clutching his chest as though he were overwhelmed.

"Ouuu, my beautiful face!" Hardik added dramatically.

Mayank whistled a teasing tune, while Rahul pretended to cough with exaggerated theatrics.

"That's hot, man!" Rohit said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Mmhmm... now that's something off my Pinterest board." Virat commented with a sly smirk.