hate to love you ?

chapter 22: Did I catch him cheating?

A week had passed, and the wedding was now just a few days away. Everyone was caught up in their preparations, which made it hard for Zain and me to find time to see each other. I missed him so much—his scent, his embrace, and the feeling of kissing his face. 

But I knew I had to be patient. As I was lost in my thoughts, Ayesha interrupted, "Hey, dummy. What are you thinking about? I've been talking for a while, and you've been completely spaced out."

"Nothing," I replied, snapping out of it. "You were saying something about you and Saad?"

She gave a small sigh. "Yeah, I was just thinking... Saad is so sweet, the guy I'd want to marry. But sometimes, I feel like maybe he doesn't like me the same way."

"What? Saad adores you, Ayesha! I see him almost every day, and he's never even glanced at another girl," I reassured her.

"If you say so, I'll trust you," she said, her mood lightening. "By the way, what's happening between you and Zain?"

"I haven't seen him all week. He's been swamped," I said, sounding a little down.

"Just give him a call or visit him," Ayesha suggested.

"He's been tied up with Ayesha and Farhan bhai's wedding preparations. Plus, he's juggling studies and his job. I don't want to bother him," I explained.

"Don't worry! We're all heading to Murree in a few days. You'll get to see him every day," she said with a smile. 

"Yeah, I guess," I muttered. "Come on, let's head home," Ayesha said, getting up and heading to the counter to pay the bill. As I was about to stand up, I received a message on my phone. It was from Qaima: *"Look at this,"* she wrote, along with a video. 

I opened it to see Zain and Hassan with a couple of their football friends, partying. My heart sank when I saw a girl standing close to Zain, touching him. My blood boiled. I quickly messaged Qaima to send me the location, telling her I'd pick her up.

"Ayesha, I need to go somewhere. You can take the car," I said, as I booked an Uber to meet up with Qaima. When I picked her up, we headed straight to the club. I was seething with anger, and as soon as I arrived, I noticed a group of girls gathered around Zain and his friends. 

But when I saw that same girl holding Zain's hand and him just standing there, I lost it. I stormed over and yanked her away by her hair.

"So, you like touching other people's men, huh? Maybe some girls would tolerate this, but not me. This is *my* man, and you better back off," I said, pulling her away from him. Zain looked shocked, completely caught off guard.

"Zain, stop her! She's going to kill me!" the girl screamed.

"Don't you dare say his name with your dirty mouth," I spat back, my anger only growing. "If I see any girl near him again, you'll end up just like this," I warned, as Zain pulled me back."Baby, calm down," Zain said, trying to hold me.

"Calm down? Are you crazy? We haven't met all week, and I thought you were busy with wedding preparations. But here you are, clubbing and letting this girl touch you," I said, trying to wriggle free from his grip.

"Baby, no, I swear I wasn't cheating. She just came over and sat next to us. It wasn't my fault," Zain said, trying to explain himself.

"Oh? Not your fault? You couldn't just tell her to keep her hands off you?" I said, my voice trembling with rage.

"Baby, I didn't encourage her at all. I promise," he said, glaring at the girl with annoyance. As I was confronting Zain, I saw Qaima giving Hassan a piece of her mind too.