Flight Chaos
"Sir, please tell them to sit down."
"I am the captain," Rohit told the air hostess, then pointed at the squad, "of them on the field, not on the plane."
But when he looked around—
Rishabh had already swapped seats twice.
Gill was asleep on someone else's shoulder.
Tilak was filming everything.
Shreyas had pulled out a deck of cards and was midway through a magic trick, entertaining a bunch of thrilled kids.
Rohit sighed, resting his head against the window.
“Ek din… main in sab ko chhod kar Himalaya chala jaaunga.”
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"Where’s my passport?!" Rishabh shouted, turning his bag inside out.
"You said I had it," Shreyas pointed accusingly.
Rohit who for once had not forgotten anything was slipping his coffee calmly. "You two are banned from international travel."
"Gill’s missing too," someone said.
"He’s in the wrong terminal," Jassi reported, deadpan.
Rohit looked skyward. “Yeh team mujhe retire karwake hi maanege.”
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"Rohit bhai, aapne lunch kiya?" Yashasvi asked shyly.
"Bhai, maine aapki water bottle refill kar di hai. Yaad se paani peena," Gill added.
"Meeting se direct hotel aana. Raste mein kisi se baat mat karna," Rishabh said, half-scolding, half-worried.
Rohit looked up from his notebook, amused. "Kya main tum logon ka chhota bhai hoon?"
"Naah, aap toh sabke Papa ho," Rishabh grinned.
Everyone burst out laughing—even Jassi, who tried not to.
Rohit shook his head fondly. "Pagal ho tum sab."
But he took the tiffin from Yashu without another word.
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The hotel room door clicked open. Rohit didn’t even look up.
"I can hear your chappals, Rishabh."
"Arre bhai, surprise ka kya faida agar aap sab kuch sun lete ho?" Rishabh huffed, arms full of chips.
Gill followed with soda cans. Tilak carried a blanket like they were camping.
Jassi came last, grumbling, "Main bas unko rokne aaya tha." But he still sat down first.
Rohit raised an eyebrow.
"Movie kya hai?"
"Purani horror, jo sabko daraye aur aapko sulaaye," Yashasvi grinned.
Rohit sighed: "Fine. But no crumbs on the bed."
Spoiler: they left crumbs and fell asleep on him.
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Sunlight peeked through the curtains, hitting Rohit right in the face.
He opened one eye—and immediately regretted it.
Rishabh was curled up at the foot of the bed like a cat.
Gill was using Tilak’s arm as a pillow.
Jassi had taken over the entire blanket, looking smug even in sleep.
"Guys," Rohit groaned, sitting up. "Mera room ya earthquake zone?"
Right then, the door burst open.
The team manager stood there, horrified. "Breakfast meeting in ten minutes. Why is Shreyas in the cupboard?"
A muffled voice came from inside, "I lost a bet."
Rohit buried his face in his hands. “Main Himalaya bhi gaya, toh yeh log peeche aa jaayenge.”
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Interviewer: Who’s your favourite Indian batter?
Travis Head (grinning): Rohit Sharma. Easy.
Interviewer: And if you could steal an Indian batter to play for Australia?
Head: Rohit again. I like the opener energy. Wouldn’t mind him in the Aussie top order. Just saying.
Interviewer (laughs): If not SRH, which IPL team would you like to play for?
Head (no hesitation): MI. Gotta be close to the Hitman, right?
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Rohit walks past during warmups
Head (suddenly alert): Posture check. Hair check. Do I look cool?
Abhishek Sharma: Mate, he’s married.
Head: Doesn’t mean I can’t impress my inspiration.
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MI vs SRH
Head to Rohit: If I hit a six, will you smile at me?
Rohit (deadpan): I’ll smile when you get out.
Jassi (passing by, muttering): He’s got fans everywhere, doesn’t he?
Surya from nearby : but this one is the craziest bro.
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SRH Dressing Room — Matchday
Someone (checking lineup): Looks like Rohit’s the impact player today.
Head (pouting immediately): I’m not playing too.... I was looking forward to watching him field up close.
Abhishek (trying not to laugh): Bro, he’ll come out to bat later. We’ll be fielding first.
Head (dead serious): Yeah, and then I’ll have to catch him. He gets sad when I do that. I saw his face last time.
Abhishek: It’s called competition, Trav.
Head: I call it emotional damage. Nope. I volunteer as an impact sub. I’ll sit, sip electrolyte, and watch him bat in peace.
Natarajan (in the background): This man’s playing a fan club, not cricket.
Coach (dryly): Can someone remind him he’s contracted to SRH?
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Abhishek (texting Ishan separately): Bro. Let’s prank Trav. He’s fully gone for your captain.
Ishan: Say less. I’m in.
Minutes later – Head’s phone buzzes
Unknown Number: "Hey Travis, this is Rohit bhai. Just wanted to say I admire your game. Also heard you didn’t want to field against me. Sweet, man."
Head (reading it out loud, starry-eyed): GUYS. ROHIT. TEXTED. ME.
Abhishek (feigning shock): What? No way! Bro, show me!
Head (grinning): “Sweet, man.” He called me sweet. I’m framing this.
Abhishek (barely holding it together): Trav, this is big. Don’t cry.
Next morning
Rohit (walking by at the stadium): Morning, mate.
Head (stammering): Y-you texted me last night. Thanks, that meant a lot.
Rohit (blinking): I... what?
Ishan (from the side, barely containing laughter): Guess you’ve got a secret admirer, Hitman.
Rohit (glaring at him): You didn’t.
Abhishek and Ishan (in unison): We did.
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