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It all started when Ishan had an idea-one so brilliant, so extraordinary, that he was sure it would make history.
"Let's all go out for a fancy dinner!" he announced, grinning.
The group-Virat, Rohit, Hardik, Tilak, Mayank, Abhishek, Shubman, and Surya-paused.
"Okay..... why?" Mayank asked.
Ishan threw an arm around Shubman. "Because we never go properly out together. It's always someone ordering food, someone stealing fries-"
"That's literally you," Shubman muttered.
"-and someone forgetting to pay the bill," Ishan continued.
"That's also you," Hardik pointed out.
"But this time, it's different!" Ishan declared. "We're all dressing up, going to a nice place, and having a fancy, peaceful dinner like mature adults."
Virat narrowed his eyes. "You lost me at 'peaceful' and 'mature'."
"Still, it's not a bad idea," Rohit admitted.
Everyone nodded. A night out, good food, and good company-what could go wrong?
(The answer: everything.)
"Did you book the table?" Surya asked.
Ishan grinned. "Of course!"
Everyone stared at him.
"...Did you actually book the table, or did you just say you would?" Shubman asked suspiciously.
"Obviously, I did-"
"-but I might have forgotten to confirm it," Ishan mumbled.
Virat groaned. "So we don't have a reservation?"
"Not technically," Ishan admitted. "But I have a plan!"
"Why do I feel like this is going to be illegal?" Tilak whispered.
They arrived at the restaurant, a very fancy place with chandeliers and a menu that had no prices, which was never a good sign.
"Reservation under....?" the hostess asked.
Ishan took a deep breath. "Uh, Ishan Kishan."
The hostess checked. "I don't see your name here."
Ishan laughed nervously. "Oh, sorry! Try... um, Virat Kohli?"
Virat smacked the back of his head. "Bro, are you insane?"
"Look, I was hoping someone accidentally booked under your name," Ishan whispered.
"That is not how reservations work!" Shubman whisper-yelled.
Hardik, thinking quickly, smiled at the hostess. "We're very important guests. Surely, there's some table available?"
The hostess raised an eyebrow. "Sir, this is a fine dining restaurant, not a college canteen where you can just walk in."
"Well, in our defense," Abhishek said, "he thought he booked a table."
"Unfortunately, 'thinking' doesn't count as a reservation," she replied dryly.
Just when they thought they'd have to leave, Mayank spoke up.
"Wait, isn't that guy at Table 4 an actor?" Mayank pointed randomly.
The hostess turned to look.
"GO, GO, GO!" Rohit hissed.
The entire group sprinted past her and sat at an empty table as if they had always been there.
"This is so embarrassing," Shubman muttered.
"But we got a table, didn't we?" Ishan grinned.
They opened the menu and immediately faced a new problem.
"Why are there no prices?" Tilak whispered.
"Because if you have to ask, you can't afford it," Hardik muttered.
"Guys, what even is this food?" Abhishek asked. "What's 'confit de canard'?"
"Sounds fancy," Mayank said.
"It's duck," Shubman explained.
"...Like the bird?" Rohit asked, horrified.
"That's usually what duck means," Virat said dryly.
Ishan, meanwhile, was still struggling. "What's 'bÅuf bourguignon'?"
"Beef stew," Shubman replied.
Ishan frowned. "Why can't they just say beef stew?"
"It's French," Shubman sighed.
Ishan waved him off. "Whatever, I'll just order the 'escargots de Bourgogne'-"
Shubman's eyes widened. "Bro. That's snails."
Ishan threw the menu like it was cursed. "WHY WOULD THEY FEED US SNAILS?!"
"Rich people eat weird things," Hardik muttered.
At this point, they gave up and just asked the waiter, "What's the closest thing to normal food?"
After surviving their questionable food choices, the bill arrived.
Rohit picked it up and immediately turned pale.
Virat took one glance and choked. "Bro, did we just buy a car?"
The total: â¹49,600.
Silence.
Then chaos.
"Who ordered the stupid golden steak?!" Abhishek shouted.
Hardik raised his hand hesitantly. "It sounded cool...."
"COOL? IT COST â¹20,000!" Rohit cried.
Ishan checked his wallet. "Guys, I have 1500 rupees."
"Bro, this isn't a dhaba where we can bargain!" Virat said.
Tilak had an idea. "What if we wash dishes to pay?"
The waiter overheard. "Sir, this is not a Bollywood movie."
Shubman sighed and took out his card. "Fine, I'll pay-"
Ishan dramatically grabbed his hand. "No, brother. I caused this mess. I will fix it."
Shubman raised an eyebrow. "You're paying?"
"No," Ishan said immediately. "I was hoping someone else would step in."
Shubman sighed. "Fine, I'll cover it."
The group cheered. "Best friend ever!!"
"You guys owe me so much," Shubman muttered.
As they left, Ishan patted his back. "Hey, at least we got a fun story out of it!"
"You are never planning dinner again," Virat declared.
"Fair," Ishan admitted.
And thus, their fancy dinner ended in the most Ishan way possible-chaotic, expensive, and completely unforgettable.
The End.
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