The joker. He thinks that I'll actually believe that he's in Delhi. Huh. If he's in Delhi, I'm in Madrid.

Zarine rolled her eyes and closed her book of Byron: A Collection.

But what if he seriously was here? What if he did come to meet her? What if he was dying of heatstroke standing under a random tree because she thought he was joking?

She dialled Cristiano's number quickly, "Hey."

"Hey, you're on the way?" his deep voice answered.

"Uh you're really here right?" she asked.

"Yes," he sounded slightly pissed. "Do I have to swear on the Bible now?"

"If you talk like that I'll leave you standing under that tree," snapped back Zarine. She was actually feeling very guilty for thinking he had been kidding.

"What tree?"

"Uh sorry I was uh, sorry Cristiano, I'm on the way now," she lied, laughing nervously, already getting up and looking for her shoes.

"Sorry for snapping at you. It's just these two-I gotta go. Please be here as soon as possible," he pleaded.

Zarine grinned, "Sure, babe."

Cristiano spluttered, "W-what?"

She laughed finally getting even for all the times he had caught her off guard with the word.

She looked around her messy room. Wtf Cristiano can't come here! He'll have a heart attack. There was a a chair which was overflowing with clothes. Her bed was piled with novels, odd papers and essays and chocolate wrappers. The floor was relatively clear if one could ignore a huge stack of books which had tilted over.

Shit I need to go into ninja mode and clean everything. Zarine's method of 'cleaning everything' was actually 'bundling everything into her cupboard'. She bundled her clothes from the chair into the cupboard. She jumped on her bed and randomly lugged the books and papers and chocolate wrappers into the cupboard as well. There was no time for organisations and segregation. Cristiano gasping and fainting out of heatstroke, trying to stay within the shadow of a tree flashed in her mind.

The image was of course a highly improbable one but as in such situations, her mind was offering her a highly exaggerated worse case scenario. When everything had been stuffed into the bursting cupboard, Zarine pushed it shut.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror and groaned. Better clothes, girl, you can't just meet CRISTIANO FUCKING RONALDO in your pajamas. With great courage, she reopened her cupboard and out tumbled odd books and clothes.

"Oww," she rubbed her head where Jane Eyre had fallen. Quickly she pulled out a suitable top and black leggings. She stuffed back everything just hoping that her Mum or Cristiano wouldn't open the cupboard.

Within minutes she was dressed in a long mint green top and black leggings. Knowing exactly how tall Cristiano was, she decided to put on her unfamiliar wedged heels. She hopped around looking for her long punk rock earrings and as she was putting them on she caught sight of her posters.

"No no no," she groaned. There were around ten or so large sized posters of Cristiano (scribbled with hearts, a banner saying CRISTIANO GIRL FOREVER and romantic poetry), one huge one of James she had cut out from the newspaper, and lots of self-made Real Madrid ones where Cristiano and Gareth were hugging (OTP was scribbled over them around a fifty times) and of course a shirtless Sergio Ramos one which was downright hot. Zarine tilted her head as she followed her scribbling on the poster. There were lots of embarrassing words written over it in black ink and the ones which were most prominent were MARRY ME, RAMOS! written across the contours of his abs.

Typical fangirl room but what fangirls don't ever want is to show their scribbled posters to the very people they're about or, even worse, to people who may know people from the posters. Zarine tore off the CRISTIANO GIRL FOREVER banner and threw it beneath her bed. She went to the adjoining room and 'borrowed' a calendar from there. Quickly she taped the calendar over the Sergio poster.

Grabbing her car keys from the drawing room she called out, "I'm having a friend over for lunch, Mum."

"Which friend?" her Mum asked.

Oops.

"Mona or Simran?"

Zarine smiled innocently, "Uh, no. Actually, you haven't met this-er-new friend of mine." How do I explain its a guy? And not just any guy but CRISTIANO FUCKING RONALDO!? Ugh I'm in trouble. I could say it's someone from college. But Mum is a Cristiano fan too. Gosh I'm in trouble. How do I tell her I was talking to a stranger online? She'll flip hearing that as it is.

"Farhan!" Zarine called her younger brother. "Take care of Mum and behave when my friend comes, okay?" She kissed her Mum's cheek and smiled, "I gotta go, Mum. Will explain everything when I get back. Khuda hafiz."

More like you can kill me when I get back because I'm bringing a stranger-guy to our house.

As soon as Zarine sat in her car, which yes was a very bashed up navy blue Maruti 800 that she despised and loved at the same time, she realised that she had forgotten to do her hair. She tilted the rear view mirror to catch her reflection and frantically tied up a makeshift ponytail.

Hey, Cristiano. Nice to meet you, in person, hehe because I've already met you a thousand times in my daydreams.

No, no, I can't say that. Uh let's try again. Ola Cristiano! How are you? Fine? Great.

Ugh that sounded way too formal.

When she stopped at a signal she tried to visualise him. She was nearly at her old address now so she decided that she would have to prepare her fangirl heart which was already overbeating. She could imagine turning over the corner and seeing Cristiano. HOLY SHIT HE LOOKS REALLY HOT IN MY IMAGINATION. I CAN'T MEET HIM IN A PONYTAIL.

She quickly pulled out her hair from the horrible specimen of ponytail. Besides he probably likes Gareth's ponytail better, her shipper heart giggled. Frantically combing through her hair with her fingers she smoothed it as best as she could.

Was there a chance Cristiano would see her, pull her into his arms and kiss her passionately? Yeah, probably not. Stop fantasising, Zarine. He's probably here for some work and decided to call on you AS A FRIEND, OKAY? Gosh, stop talking to yourself, Zarine. It's weird. STAHP NOW.

Okay.

She brought the car to a halt near the address she had been told and to her great surprise Cristiano wasn't standing in the shade of any of the trees nearby. Phew. The bungalow's door opened when she was yet in the driveway.

And he stepped out.

Something very close to an explosion took place in her heart and she missed several beats looking at him. He was walking to her with a suave smile on his perfect face. She couldn't see his eyes yet because he was wearing his stupid sunglasses which just made him look so much hotter. She inwardly melted as she saw his well-fitting tee-shirt clinging to his muscles.

Her legs had of course turned to jelly as the distance between them was lessening and she found herself walking unsteadily and mentally screaming BECAUSE SHE WAS FINALLY MEETING HIM.

The walk was probably five seconds but in her brain it took way longer than that.

"Hey, Zarine," Cristiano smiled.

She had to look up towards him because he was tall and she was, well, short. She smiled suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed by the blush which was creeping up across her cheeks.

She blurted, "OHMYGOD YOU'RE HER-"

He smiled, letting out a breath and cut her off by a hug.

She went rigid at first and then calmed into the hug, loosing herself in his warm arms, inhaling his mint and grass scent.

He stepped back and asked, "Are you okay? Your heart is beating very fast."

She blushed deeper as she stared back into his warm brown eyes, "I, actually-" She stopped catching sight of someone behind Cristiano, two someone's actually standing with a videocamera in their hands. "HOLY SHIT IS THAT GARETH AND JAMES!?"

[if you didn't die 3-4 times during this update out of the freaking adorable feels you're not human lol because OMG ZARIANO ARE GOALS

Lol shameless self love here XD

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