Canvas of Love

Perfectly Them

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Ishan was stuck in a car with Hardik, Mayank, and Abhishek, and as expected, chaos unfolded within minutes. 

Abhishek, in the passenger seat, had appointed himself the car's personal entertainer. He sang romantic songs dramatically, pointing a finger at Ishan every chance he got. 

Ishan, unimpressed, rolled his eyes so hard they might have gotten stuck if he tried any harder.

Hardik, meanwhile, was on a mission to interact with the outside world in the most bizarre ways. Every now and then, he rolled the window down to strike up random conversations with pedestrians or drivers in neighboring cars. 

The highlight, however, was when he barked at a dog standing by the road. The dog gave him a look of utter disappointment before trotting away, leaving the entire car in fits of laughter—except Ishan, who was debating the sanity of his friends.

Amidst all this madness, Mayank sat in the back, diligently inspecting his bag for the hundredth time. He wanted to ensure he hadn't forgotten anything. 

The bag, lovingly dubbed 'Abhishek's essentials,' contained an amusingly random collection of items: a small blanket, a spare set of clothes, snacks, and a range of so-called 'important' things that Abhishek refused to travel without.

The car ride was a perfect blend of noise, chaos, and hilarity. 

Ishan, stuck in the middle of the madness, sighed deeply, wondering how he always ended up with this insane group of friends.

After an hour of pure madness, filled with chaotic banter and Ishan's futile attempts to preserve his so-called sanity, they finally arrived at their destination. 

The car came to a halt, and one by one, everyone began stepping out, their laughter still lingering in the air.

After waiting (im)patiently for a full five minutes, the group turned their attention back to Ishan, who was standing nearby, humming a soft tune while observing the surroundings like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Ishan, what is this behavior?" Abhishek asked, deadpanning at him as if Ishan had committed a grave offense.

"What?" Ishan replied, startled by Abhishek's tone and expression.

"Why aren't they here yet?" Hardik chimed in, raising his eyebrows in mock frustration.

"How would I know?" Ishan shot back, genuinely confused by the interrogation.

"Wow! Now you don't know either!" Abhishek exclaimed, clapping his hands dramatically. "Unbelievable!"

Ishan blinked at him, still unsure where this conversation was headed.

"You don't know where your man is?" Hardik asked with a smirk, his tone dripping with mischief.

Ishan pressed his lips into a thin line, narrowing his eyes at them. "What are you trying to say?"

"Young lovers these days. Don't even know where their partners are. Tch tch." Hardik sighed, shaking his head as if he were lecturing a wayward child.

"Fake love, Hardik bhai. So fake." Abhishek chimed in, shaking his head with exaggerated disappointment.

And before Ishan could react, the duo broke into song, their voices loud and dramatic:
"I'm so sick of this fake love
Fake love, fake love
I'm so sorry, but it's fake love
Fake love, fake love!"