Nothing could go wrong. I mean, how could anything go wrong when you're dancing with the love of your life, in your best dress, with heels that wobble only slightly? Well, it turned out that things could still go wrong.

Nacho was talking to Isco, "Dude, see now that the kiss is done, we need to get to work. You remember the deal, right? Whoever wins amongst the two of us we share."

Isco wasn't even listening. His ship had sailed and he was on cloud nine, "OHEMGEE NACHO, DID YOU EVEN SEE HOW CUTE HASHTAG ZARIANO IS? Like goals, damn goals. I'm so happy for them. THEY KISSED OMFG THEY KISSED! My life is complete. I can die in peace now. The feels, man, the feels."

Nacho gave him a look, "Wow, you're creepy. I'm all happy for them too but you...you're on another level."

Isco scowled, "I pity you, Nacho boy. You don't understand my ship. That's a whole world you don't know. Yes, I pity you. Now about our deal, well, you're right. We should get on now. You take the right, I'll take the left. The moment the song finishes we'll close in."

Arbeloa was stroking his beard thoughtfully while wondering how he could win the bet. "I calleth upon the power of the love guru. Guide me, oh spirit!"

Cheryshev, meanwhile, was practicing his Urdu, "Salam, Zarine, aap bahot khoobsurat hain."

Vazquez gave him a jealous look and decided that whatever happened he needed to win this, if only to defeat his best friend. Otherwise, it would be plain shameful if Cheryshev got to own Cristiano's jet for a week.

"It's really so immature. All this betting and planning," Navas was saying to Toni.

Toni nodded, "I agree. Very distasteful. And that too for a private jet. Who even needs a private jet."

"Besides, it would be really embarrassing for Cristiano, I feel," Navas mused.

"Exactly," Toni sighed. "And you know how I feel about long distance relationships, right?"

"I couldn't agree more," Navas sighed along. "This Zariano could end up in flames."

Toni mourned, "The trials of love."

Marcelo was not at all pessimistic unlike these two. He was happily moving through the dancing couples, towards Cristiano and Zarine while the others were patiently waiting for the dance to end. He had made up his mind to ask Zarine for a dance and through the simple conversation not only win the bet but also get to know Zarine better (he still had to know if she had a sister?).

However, the minute he felt like he had neared the duo enough to interrupt their dance, Varane swooped out of nowhere and dragged him away, whispering to Karim, "Go win it, bruh."

Cristiano was talking to Zarine oblivious of all that his friends were planning and plotting. He was losing himself in her eyes and he hadn't ever felt anyone so in tune with the music of his existence. He loved her so much and now he knew that she loved him back, not the Cristiano she saw on tv and on magazines but the Cristiano he was, in totality.

"I have to tell you something really important. I keep forgetting to approach the topic or something or the other keeps interrupting but I've been dying to tell you since I started from Delhi," Zarine was saying.

He dipped her low in the dance and grinned, "Please don't tell me you have a 6 feet 5 inch wrestler of a boyfriend back home."

She quirked an eyebrow, "Oh really? Why not?"

"Oh you know, I'd like to think of myself as your boyfriend," Cristiano looked at her in anticipation, easing her up again and twirling her around.

Zarine looked at him startled, "For real?"

"Well, duh," he said, imitating her favourite reply.

"Okay," she managed, cheeks blushing madly and expression still slightly dazed.

Holy shit, the shit just got real. Like Cristiano Fucking Ronaldo is my boyfriend. Why' does he even love me? Oh God, he must have a screw loose. Wait a sec, this means OMG I AM HIS GIRLFRIEND! The other fangirls are so going to kill me now. Understandable, though. I am hyperventilating. No, Zarine, stop hyperventilating. You should-"AAARGH!"

The hem of her dress had got caught beneath her heel and when she turned along the music, she slipped on it, falling backwards.

Nooooo. This can't be one of those moments in a chick flick when the heroine gets the hero but the author wants melodrama so the heroine dies. Nooooo. Oh noooo, I'm falling backwards and I'm going to crack my skull on the table there, all the glasses are going to crash on me. I'm going to die and I never even got to meet Sergio. UGH I DON'T WANT TO DIE YET.

Okay, so maybe Zarine's mind was exaggerating a bit. Sure enough there were small side tables around the room and most of them, had empty or half filled wine glasses but Cristiano was reaching out for her hand and even if he hadn't been, she wouldn't have fallen because someone right behind her, caught her shoulder while she stumbled back.

"Whoops, you okay? It felt like you were about to fall-" the voice froze half-way as its owner recognised whom he'd saved.

Zarine could only stare and stutter, internally fangirling, "Uh, thanks." MY LITTLE BLONDE BABY. HE'S EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED. WOAH, I nearly demolished THE Toni Kroos's body under my weight. Woah WOAH woah!

Cristiano caught her wrist lightly, "I think we should pause dancing for a bit?"

"Yeah..." STANDING WITHIN CENTIMETRES OF TONI AND KEYLOR. BREATHE, ZARINE, BREATHE. Don't embarrass Cristiano, your boyfriend. My boyfriend. Hehehehehe. Sounds amazing. My boyfriend. FEELS!

Toni had gone completely rigid and Keylor looked as if he'd swallowed a fish. All the Real Madrid players around the room had stopped whatever they had been doing and were staring shell-shocked at Toni.

Cristiano tried to ease the situation by introducing them, "Uh, well, this is Toni and Keylor and this is Zarine, my..." He looked testily at Zarine wondering if she was okay with the whole budding relationship thing and then said, confidently, proudly, "My girlfriend."

From somewhere amongst the crowd of people drinking, eating, dancing, talking and enjoying came Isco's yelp, "GIRLFRIEND? Did he just say GIRLFRIEND? Oh my...this is a really emotional moment for my ship. I've waited so long for this day. I'm- I'm overwhelmed."

That seemed to wake up Toni from his shock and he gasped, "I won?"

"Yeah, kid, whatever," Marcelo frowned. "I let you win, though."

Cheryshev scowled, "Man, I practiced so much Urdu for her. No fair, Toni."

Toni grinned, "OH YAS I WON. Cristiano, I'm sorry but I won so I get the jet for a week."

Keylor stared, little blonde opportunist bleh.

Cristiano reddened and looked at Zarine apologetically, "I'm so sorry but believe me, this wasn't my idea. I told them not to but they wouldn't listen. I know how it must seem to you but believe me, I-"

"Hey, hey, stop worrying so much. It's just a fun bet, I get it," Zarine shrugged.

Marcelo looked impressed, "That's very nice of you."

Zarine jumped as she realised how close Marcelo was to them, "Gosh, I'm trying really hard not to fangirl but if you guys start appearing without any intervals, I will have a full fangirl attack and then nobody should blame me."

They laughed and soon everyone was introducing themselves. Of course, fashionably late, Sergio burst into the room and hurriedly enquired from the first familiar face he saw, "Hey, James, I hope I'm not too late. Nobody has won the bet, right? Because I am so going to win it. Where is the chick?"

James began to laugh, "She's right behind you, Sergio. Way to make a first impression. Hahaha."

Sergio turned around and laughed nervously as he caught sight of Cristaino who was giving him an oh-really-Sergio look and a dark haired girl who was staring at him as if he'd got two heads.

"Er hi, Zarine," Sergio offered a hand, trying his best to cover up. "I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about this other chick. Yeah, other chick."

He had really wanted to get to know Zarine especially since he'd heard so much about her and he could already feel that he'd spoilt any chance of a friendship between himself and Zarine by exposing the bet (the poor guy had no idea that she already knew). Hence he was really surprised when Zarine whispered, "I'm a huge fan, Sergio. Can I please have an autograph?"

Sergio stared and then grinned, "I like you, chica."

Cristiano gave him a glare.

"As friends, of course," Sergio added quickly.

[ TONI WON HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT EVEN......Keylor doesn't approve smh

What's next - Zarine tells Cris about her job, El Clasico and loads of drama ;)

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