A HARSHIKA OS-THE FIFA FEVER STRIKES !

Argentina , Germany and me <33

A tango of fluid moves, a tiki-taka percussion of passes and explosive applause once the striker lands the ball into the back of the net and the commentator goes: "Goaaa...lll!"

The FIFA Fever has arrested the entire world in its Charming Web of Adrenaline Pumped Matches, Glitzing Goals, Nail Biting Finishes, Legions of Worshippers and Sexy Drool worthy European and South American Men who look drop dead gorgeous as they sweat it out on the field and Kill millions of women across the globe with their athletic physique, Model like looks and some killer moves with the ball.

The sub-continent, was not to be spared either. The country was hooked and booked as the Mecca of football, Brazil, a south American country where all the football frenzy began was to host the world cup 2014.

The world awaited the red lettered day june 12, where it all had to begun. The girls across the globe too were gripped to the "boys game". Some because of their fathers/brothers or husbands/boyfriends love for the game and MOST of them for the Hot and Ravishing European and south American Men whose Sex Appeal multiplied into incomputable numbers that their sex appeal threatened to explode off their jerseys and every woman would want to grab them home and do things that cannot be mentioned here :P

The girls loved the game for All the Messis and Ronaldos that Graced the game "He is SO Dayum Cute <3" "Ronaldo is so sexy" the women sighed in unison as they were like the stars in the sky, the women could never reach them just see and admire them from a distance too distant.

"OMG OMG Argentina won" Pree shouted as she grabbed hold of every person who would listen to her. With Unbridled and childlike glee o her face, it was obvious Her Favourite Man Lionel Messi scored.

Vivek & Harshad rehearsed their lines for the scene. "Harsh. Vivek. She said almost panting& huffing, struggling to catch some air. "Argentina won they bloody won they won" She was screaming and jumping like a jumping jack, Her hair falling all over her face, her pitch at inhuman decibel levels punctuating her laughter with "Messi Messi Messi Messi" and clapping happily like a child.

Vivek smiled. He knew she was happy. He knew she LOVED messi because he was "her" kind of guy. Good Looking, Humble, cute, Committed to his girlfriend, a wonderful father, a proud Argentine and a fantastic footie <3

Harshad looked away, Anger swirled like a red tide within him, rising to choke him. His breath became harsh and shallow, his hands automatically curling into fists at his sides, itching to swing out and put a dent in the wall beside him. She was his girl. He was clearly green with envy. He knew she loved him but she loved Messi too and half the space in her heart was dedicated to Messi, the other half gladly divided between Ali Zafar and Atif Aslam.

But she loved Messi though she was a complete blonde when it came to understanding the technicalities of the game. She loved Messi for his personality and his records spoke volumes about his fervent for the footie: D

Vivek was Happy for Messi and his new "beloved" fan Pree J. But harshad excused himself and walked away. Pree noticed and followed him "kya hua baby tumhe?" she asked worry writ large on her face. "Nothing" he said his voice cold as ice and expression deprived of emotion. She wrapped her dainty arms across his well built body her chin rested on his shoulder as she stood on her toes. "Mera baby jealous hogaya na" she remarked playfully. "WHAAAT!!!!! No ways" he said freeing himself off from her web of Love. "why should I be jealous" he replied almost angrily. "Ok Peace Please" Pree replied cooly to calm her hot hunk down. He looked into her eyes and said seriously "and besides Messi may be the Best young footballer currently but iam the luckiest I have you J" He said as he gathered her in his sturdy arms and was about to kiss when she repeled him with force. "Lalchi aadmi" and grinning mischievously ran away.

The D-Day Arrived. The finals. Argentina vs Germany. The cast and crew had begged the producers to give them some time off as they didn't want to miss the finals at any cost. After much bargaining the producers decided to give them the few hours off to watch the most AWAITED finale. The clash of the titans!

The stage was set, rather the field: P Harshad, Suchi Mam and Director Maan were in Germany's Team while Pree,Vivek & Naved sir were in strong and firm Support of Argentina.

To show their allegiance for their favoured teams, they got the respective team's tee shirts and logos designed in support of their favorite team. They indulged in friendly leg pulling and banter throughout the day J

By 12am everybody was set for the game. Venue was the "Love Nest" Zaya bedroom. The AC was on, the snacks and drinks were ushered in. suddenly Harshey pulled Pree. "Kya hai Mr kit Kit arora" she remarked in mock anger as she struggled to set herself deliverant from his clutches. "I Wanna romance Mallika e Harshad" he said. "I Don't talk to enemies" she said and looked away grinning impishly. "Ok Lets have a bet. If you team wins you will give me kisses equivalent to the number of goals and if my team wins I will" he said playfully nuzzling her hair and ears.

She gaped at his bet in horror "Hawww Harshey!!!!!" "Well this is the Bet" Harshad said and laughed evilly like a 90s villain :P

She heard, mouth agape with Incredulity. The match begun with much Gung ho. Both the teams in top form, their fans equally energetic and kicked. The Beintehaa cast and crew enjoyed the game with some Munchies, chilled cold drinks and a great company. The "love birds" made occasional eye contact teasing, smirking and blowing kisses at each other. Harshey didn't really care about the game, he would get his kiss anyways.

The players toiled hard on the field putting their heart, hardwork, soul, dedication, blood...and all that they have to win. A Worldcup win is EVERYTHING a Lifetime of Pride, Glory and Honour for the Players, the team, the natives and Disapora. Every Player wants to be part of the winning team. Nobody wants to fail. It's a miserable feeling, terrible, abhorrent, egregious & deplorable. Its that One shining star in your sporting career, something you will always look back your chest swelling in pride and a story always interesting to narrate to your grandchildren and their children too J

Mario Goetze scored a goal! Germany and its supporters along with Harshey, Suchi Mam and Maan sir erupted in Joy and scream Unanimously "GGGOOOAAALLL!!!!!" :D while Pree, Vivek and Naved sir sat dejected and shocked.

All eyes, hopes and dreams of perhaps half a population of the world was pinned on Lionel Messi! The german team prepared for the defence, fans waited in bated breath for "The Messi to score a Goal!!!!!" He was the cynosure of everybody's eyes. Messi kicked the ball only for it to land up over the nets. "Shit!!!!!" All the Argentine and Die hard Messi supporters sighed simultaneously. That miss is too expensive!

The action continued and GERMANY WON. THEY BLOODY WON THE WORLD CUP. First ever European team to win on South American soil. Young Mario Goetze was the Man of the moment, that winning goal!!!!!! He had definitely written history.

All hell broke loose, the German team and loyalists went berserk in Joy and Happiness, whereas the Argentines, the team and supporters looked crest fallen, somewhat not willing to believe what they saw. The world had ended for the argentines!

The sets of Beintehaa mirrored the reactions of the stadium, the german fans went hysterical celebrating while the argentine fans were shattered! What dichotomy!

The post-match began; the teams were to be given their respective awards of Gold and Silver medals respectively.

Pree's eyes welled up as she saw Messi's sunken face, his pinched expressions made everyone with a heart to feel for him L

Everyone wanted to give Messi a Big tight Bear Hug as if to say "you are our Hero and will always be, Hard luck not your day!".

Pree couldn't see her "Hero's" doleful face, a flood of tears rivered up the stadium as the Argentine fans wretched and woebegone.

She left the spot, Harshey followed suit. He put a gentle hand on her shoulder "Pree" he whispered softly in her ear "Go Away Just Go Away' she said weeping bucket full of tears :'(

He turned her towards him, lifting her face cupped it in both his hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs "I Have no wise words to say, I know this feeling of losing sucks. But at this level & class act there is no loser only winners. Well done world cup and now we are back to our Humdrum Lives" J He said and patted himself for these words. Pree was still not to be consoled. She was too heartbroken L

He moved close and closer breathing down each other's necks, he nuzzled in her hair and brushed against her cream coloured cheeks as she cooed softly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands around her endowed waist.

He leant forward, tilting his face to the right and moved up the last half inch so their lips could touch. Softly. Lovingly. They breathed their souls and their love into each other in that kiss. That kiss; hard, but soft; fiery but cool; a split second but also forever. In that one kiss, She then knew what was behind that quirky smile, and it made her love for him grow even more... yielding to the soft strength of his kiss, that engulfed her, gaining in strength until she found herself wrapped up in him, body, heart and soul.

"He looked up, his lips wet from the kiss, his eyes an abyss of an ocean of True Love. "I Don't give a damn who won, But I Won My World Cup. Iam the King of the World!!!!" He exclaimed raising his hands ala Shah Rukh Khan style!

"Besharam Insaan" She said Slapping her palms on her forhead ans they kissed again...

From

KungFu

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