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I’m posting this before going to sleep 😂😂.

I don’t think what I’m about to say is necessarily my absolute point of view. I know some people can be sensitive to certain topics, so I want to apologize in advance for what follows.

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You know, there’s one thing that has always bothered me in TJJD!

It’s the relationships between the characters. 🤯

For a Gen Z show, this is not a good example at all! Oh God 😨😱! They know fiction reflects reality, right? They seriously need to tell me where — but really where — they have ever seen relationships like this.

This might be long, but you’re used to that with me by now.
Enjoy the reading! 🫠

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• Gulab: I’ll start with this mother named Gulab. For a mother, I have to say she is the champion of destroying her own son. She cries for her son, but when he’s actually there, she tells herself she has to harden her heart because he is HER POSSESSION. But since when does a mother take pleasure in humiliating her son? In destroying his reputation by having him accused of bringing drugs into his university? To her, it doesn’t matter what path she takes as long as Nawab ends up where she wants him to be. No matter what condition he’s in, it’s “fine.” She thinks she’ll be able to put him back together again through lies? Oh God, after Ajit, she’s the character I hate the most in the series.

>She has respected none of her relationships. She steals her husband. Manipulates her own child. She turns another person into a thief by making him believe it’s for their own good. Has she spared even a single relationship in her life? The only thing that matters to her is herself.

• Dilip : I’m aware that this happens in real life — parents comparing their children to others right in front of them, belittling them, crushing their self-esteem under their feet. But for an absent father, he certainly has a lot to say. Honestly, I hated him so much. He is the main reason why Gulab became so horrible.

>His relationship with his family is basically: do what I say, act the way I want, and you’ll earn my approval. We are not puppets!

• Sunny : Does he even know what marriage means? If you wanted to be a playboy, then own it in front of your father and tell him you want to stay single for the rest of your life. And on top of that, you think you’re superior? Who do you think you are? Come back down to earth. Without your father, you are nobody, so stop trying to fly higher than you should.

>He has absolutely no respect for a bond as sacred as marriage, and he never questions himself when his wife confronts him. With a mother like that, it’s completely unsurprising.

• Ajit : Honestly, if I could build an entire case against him, I would do it for free. For a man who is completely useless, he sure has an ego. You don’t respect your wife, you think she’s beneath you when she’s actually above you. The pathetic excuse of a man that you are can’t do anything because all your brain cells burned away with all the alcohol you drank. The only person he still respects is his mother. At least that’s something — he still remembers that it was a woman who brought him into this world.

>He doesn’t respect his wife and beats her, and he treats his daughters like merchandise to be sold. He thinks he’s untouchable because the woman who brought him into this world encourages him to be the vile person he is.

• Bebe: Another mother I’m so proud of. Truly. She turned her son into ** and she’s proud of herself for it. A matriarch of a family, really?

>She, who should have been an example, ended up being the most tyrannical of them all. She fears the judgment of strangers, yet the judgment of her own family means nothing to her. Her family has no value in her eyes except to serve her.r.

• Pummi : Superficial is Pummi’s first name, and ungrateful is her last name. Honestly, I can’t even say I’m surprised when we see who her mother is. Even before she became negative, people already had to tolerate all her mannerisms.

>Wealth means more to her than family ties. As long as she gets what she wants, she’s willing to sacrifice everything. Sister, brother, father, mother? They’re nothing more than accessories to her.

• Lovely : People say that one woman is another woman’s enemy. Lovely is the perfect example of that. She takes pleasure in watching her sister-in-law get beaten and then says it’s her fault? Do you even remember how to breathe?

>Completely superficial, she thinks she’s superior to her sister-in-law because her husband looks more like a decent human being than her brother-in-law does. The only thing she knows how to do is add fuel to the fire and enjoy watching it burn. How is she supposed to be a good example for her daughter?

I saved the best ones for last 😂😂😅😅

• Nawab : Honestly, before his redemption, I wanted to slap him so badly. He really managed to keep three girls around him at the same time: Tina, Heer, and, without even knowing that Thelawati was Heer… well, Thelawati too. People can say whatever they want — yes, he was falling in love, and technically it was his wife, so that part isn’t the issue. Except no. To him, she was still a complete stranger. He knew he was married and still had Tina around for his own benefit. So why are you getting attracted to another girl? The whole “it’s destiny” excuse just doesn’t work for me…

>He respected none of his relationships. Not his wife — whether the marriage was forced or not, he erased her from his memory to make his life easier. Tina, who was supposed to be his friend, he used shamelessly for his own benefit while lying with shocking ease.

>The only person he never lied to was Thelawati. Karma showed him that telling the truth was easy… but the one listening was actually his own wife. The very woman you refuse to acknowledge.

>Lying was his jacket, running away was his pair of shoes. Facing reality was simply too much to ask from him. After all, he’s 21, he thinks he’s immature. But for someone supposedly immature, he has a remarkable talent for calculating and manipulating the people around him. But whose son is he? Gulab Brar’s. The apple did not fall far from the tree.

>A least he had respect for his mother and his best friend — we can give him that much. But aside from that, there was very little good in him. At Attraction and that whole seduction game eventually opened his eyes to what he was doing, but in the process, he hurt many people. And now, you’re standing at a crossroads, finally seeing what it feels like to have played with other people’s lives.

• Heer : Ah Heer, people often tell me that I forget how young you are. But how am I supposed to focus on that detail? I remember your emotional baggage, then I look at the way you act and my brain just disconnects. A young girl who grew up watching her mother being beaten and constantly humiliated should have put all MEN in the same category, with NO EXCEPTIONS. She wouldn’t realistically be capable of thinking: “he seems kind, he’s good” or “he lies, he’s bad.” You don’t develop that ability to differentiate when you grow up with a father like that. But I’ll forgive you… after all, you’re only 19.

>They placed a husband in your arms, he ran away from you, and then you found him again. Didn’t it ever cross your mind to simply say: “Alright, I’m going to tell him who I am”? Oh no, first you had interests to protect. So, to prepare for the moment the truth eventually comes out, you decided to use reverse psychology on him while walking — and running — after another guy labeled as a “friend.”

>Why should I bother myself with a husband who doesn’t want me? But at the same time, people keep telling me he’s my husband, that I have to do my “duty.” So I stay whenever he needs me, but it won’t go further than that. He took one step toward me, so maybe…? Oh no, instead I tell him: go back to Tina, why is he even here? Really? You send your husband back to another girl because he refuses to accept your relationship?

>Oh right, you’re 19. You carry so much. Poor you. You ask him who you are to him? Hearing him say it matters because otherwise you can’t have your status — without that, you’re just Heer. “A relationship cannot work one-sided,” you said. Explain to me then: how exactly did you make it work? I would love to hear you answer that just once.

>Being there for him when he needed you? You do the exact same thing when your “friend” needs you. But strangely enough, you don’t judge that friend so easily. You don’t belittle him.

>You’re 19, poor thing. Too much was asked of you. You have a dream: to take your mother out of the Sandhu house and finally live a life with dignity. Then they forced a husband onto you, one who ran away, and now you’re standing at a crossroads trying to figure out how to reach that dream. I truly hope you succeed… and that you finally open your eyes to see what your choices can do to other people’s lives.

It has to come out, because if I don’t talk about it, I’m going to explode 😂😂

Seriously, writers, you really need to make up your minds.

Because right now, all I want is to tell you exactly what I think!!

Wasn’t she supposed to be an abused woman? Didn’t she separate from her husband barely a month ago? So why is she suddenly glued to Nawab as if everything is normal? Does she not have trauma?

Even if she tells herself she buried all her memories, the body remembers things you cannot simply “bury.” Have you ever heard of “body memory”?

She should instinctively pull away every time he gets close to her, so holding his hand like that…

And now she’s making wishes about being close enough to take away his pain?

Seriously, is logic not a thing on your planet? 😵‍💫🤯

Neelu is trembling while Simran is out there dancing?

Is it really too much to ask for emotional baggage to actually match the characters?
And in the name of drama, we’re supposed to accept this too?

It’s already hard enough to watch her, but if she’s written like this on top of it, even my patience disappears completely.

Her change in clothing says everything. We’re clearly going to have her in front of us for a while — she’s become Gulab’s new demonic right hand.

Were there not enough negative characters already? And on top of making her obsessed with Nawab, what exactly are you planning next?

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No new chapter before the 21st.

I know you’re waiting for the continuation of Once Upon a Time: Juliet of Junooniyatt, but I first need to finish the last three chapters of New Chapter, New Semester in order to properly conclude the story. And they’re longer than usual.

After that, I’ll fully focus on Once Upon a Time: Juliet of Junooniyatt. If everything goes well, you’ll get one chapter every evening.

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So today is Day 2. Which means J-13.

I watched the episode with a friend. It’s become our new way of spending time together: we watch the episode, then debate what we saw and what might happen next.

Well, there’s one thing I absolutely need to say:

BRAVO HEER, GIVE PAMMI ANOTHER SLAP FOR ME!

Honestly, it was about time someone put that ungrateful woman in her place, seriously! Her “hatred” has become completely unreasonable. And by the way, Heer may have wished for you to get your love… but personally, I wish you the exact opposite 😂😂

Heer has no intention of marrying Arjun, but she also doesn’t plan on going back to Nawab, which leaves the door open to something I don’t even want to think about. Because if she finds out before everything else that Simran “loves” Nawab… I can already feel myself getting angry.

But let’s leave that in the “what if” category…

Nawab, you seriously need to stop reacting impulsively whenever it comes to Heer. I had hoped you had calmed down a little, but well… I know it’s stronger than you. The moment it concerns Heer, your brain just stops functioning.

Now here, I really have to say that the writers could honestly have found another way to push Simran toward the “dark side” for the future. 😤😮‍💨😮‍💨

First of all, we’re talking about a woman who was abused, divorced barely a month ago… and she’s already falling in love? 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Logic really isn’t your strongest quality… 😵‍💫🤐😑😵

Isn’t she supposed to be afraid of men getting close to her? And suddenly now, she’s already looking for happiness? Someone explain this to me… 😵‍💫😵‍💫

I won’t talk about Arjun today. I’m waiting for tomorrow. 🙄

The episode itself opens several possibilities for us, including one I absolutely refuse to think about. But since we already know they’re preparing drama… obviously, it’s always the worst-case scenario we imagine that ends up happening 😂😂😂😂

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Ah, and my predictions remain the same as yesterday. I’m just making one slight adjustment.

Who will finally reveal the truth?

1: Neelu, at the very last moment, when she realizes she’s about to lose Heer and Preeti?
2: Heer, who finally decides that if she’s going to lose everything anyway, she might as well reveal the whole truth?
3: Pummi, who, after Heer’s slap, finally calms down and decides to help her?
4: During the wedding preparations, several people each discover part of the truth… and from that point on, anything can happen.
5: Your turn to share your theory.

Synopsis and Intro

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Heer had just washed off her mehndi when her mother entered the bathroom. She looked at her hands and smiled.

— For now, you’re still strangers, but I can already tell you that he’s going to love you in a way I’m not sure you’ll know how to handle.
— Mom…
— When that happens, don’t push him away. You need that love to heal…

Neelu turned her head to wipe away a tear. Heer walked over and hugged her. She had dreamed of leaving the Sandhus behind and living with just the three of them. Marriage had never been part of her life plan, but apparently everyone insisted that it was destiny.

— Don’t cry or I might go tell them the wedding is canceled, Heer joked.
— Naughty girl.

Heer didn’t believe in love. To her, respect was what mattered. Being able to live with her dignity and self-respect intact — that was the most important thing.

— How am I supposed to hide my hands? I don’t want to go out like this. They’re going to make fun of me.
— My Heer is afraid of being teased?
— Mom…

Neelu pushed her out of the bathroom, and her sister was the first to spot her.

— Oh, oh, Preeti sang teasingly. Here’s a bride whose husband is going to be madly in love with her
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Heer motioned as if she wanted to hit Preeti. Her sister immediately ran away, and Heer chased after her. Preeti hid behind every person she could find and eventually ended up hiding behind Nawab. Heer didn’t notice; her only goal was to catch her sister. But when Preeti found a way to escape, Heer lost her balance — to be fair, her dress weighed quite a lot.

— Careful, Nawab said as he caught her.

The closeness unsettled Heer, even more so the fact that he had caught her. Nawab wasn’t looking at her, though. He was looking at her hand. He quickly spotted his name there and smiled without realizing it.

— Are you making fun of me? Heer protested.
— No. I just found my name.
— Oh… Heer muttered, hiding her hands behind her back.

She shot him a look before walking away, and she heard him laughing behind her. Heer smiled faintly before returning to the group of girls. She searched for her cousin, who had arrived that very morning.

— Simran, where’s Preeti?
— No idea. Somewhere.
— I’m going to kill her today.
— Why?
— I just embarrassed myself in front of him.
— Him who?
— Him, him.
— Heer…
— Nawab, Heer sighed.

Simran wanted to make a joke but held herself back because she knew Heer wouldn’t appreciate it. The two girls sat down and started talking about CPU. That was the only thing capable of calming Miss Sandhu, soon-to-be Mrs. Brar.

— You’re going to love the campus.
— I’ve dreamed of studying there for so long. You know that.
— We’ll see each other every day, Simran said happily.
— Don’t tell me you have weird friends.
— No. Neha just talks a lot, but she’s really sweet. And then there’s Maddy… well, Maddy is Maddy.

Heer noticed the look her cousin gave her. She didn’t want to discuss it with adults nearby, but she told herself there was clearly something worth investigating there.
The rest of the evening passed in laughter, dancing, and happiness.

The next day was harder for Heer between the haldi ceremony and the wedding preparations. She had received the final divorce papers a few days earlier, and packing their bags remained the most difficult part. Her mother had wanted to leave the following day so she wouldn’t ruin Heer’s wedding day, but Heer had refused. She wouldn’t have felt right leaving her behind.

Dressed in her wedding clothes, she went to find her grandmother. Bebe was supervising the final preparations with her uncle and aunt.

— Bebe.
— What are you doing outside your room?
— Today Mom is leaving this family.
— What nonsense is this girl saying now?
— Mom divorced your son, and she’s leaving this family.

Silence fell across the courtyard. Bebe stood up and turned toward her.

— Your mother did what?! Bebe shouted.
— Who’s going to take care of this house? her aunt asked.

Heer turned toward her.

— You have two hands, don’t you? Instead of spending your time laughing at other people’s misery, maybe it’s time you discovered where the kitchen is.

Then Heer looked back at her grandmother.

— She’s done enough for your family. Starting today, she’s Neelu Gill.

Bebe was so furious she was momentarily speechless, but before she could say anything, the sound of drums echoed outside.

— The groom is here! someone shouted.
— And on a white horse! another added.
— He looks like a prince.
— It’s Nawab! some girls laughed.

Heer heard them, but none of it mattered to her. The only thing that mattered was her mother’s safety.

— I don’t want any drama. I just want you to free her. She’s not your slave. Let her live her life!
— Disappear, Bebe said simply. This family will no longer exist for you.
— That suits me perfectly, Heer pointed out.

She lifted the hem of her lehenga and returned to her room. She found her mother closing her suitcase. Heer grabbed her hands and spun her around several times.

— Heer, Heer, stop it, I’m going to fall.
— Mom, you can leave without any drama.
— Really?
— Yes. You’re free.

Mother and daughter laughed together while trying not to cry, otherwise their makeup would be ruined.

— It’s time to take care of yourself now, my daughter.
— Now that I know you’re the mistress of your own life, I’ll make every promise you want. I’ll try to understand him, I’ll give this relationship a chance, I won’t compromise my dreams, and his family will become my family.
— Thank you.

Each of them had gotten what they wanted from the other, and a new chapter was opening before them.

Nawab hadn’t slept all night. Buzo talked more than a girl. Nawab had thrown him out, but he came back as if nothing had happened, claiming he was nervous. Even though he wasn’t the one getting married. And now here he was, sitting on a horse while everyone kept calling him “Nawab” as though it were a title instead of his actual name.

They finally arrived at the Sandhu house. His parents looked at him with pride and happiness. His outfit was as white as Heer’s was red. His sisters-in-law matched their husbands: one dressed in pink, the other in beige. His parents wore black and white. Their wealth shone through their jewelry and their smiles.

The Brar family was welcoming a new member, and they were all genuinely happy about it.
They were welcomed at the door by Neelu. He could hear the girls plotting to steal his shoes. All his money had been handed over to Buzo; by the end of the evening, the girls were going to be rich.

He took his place in the mandap. And then everything unfolded like a dream.
The rituals. Heer’s arrival, supported by her mother, sister, and cousin. The rituals again, the pandit’s words, the exchange of garlands — one garland somehow tangling with the other, making everyone declare that their couple was destined. Then the pheras, the vows, the sindoor, the mangalsutra.

The two of them hadn’t spoken a single word. Each remained trapped in their own world. Mere spectators at their own wedding. Yet despite that, their very beings had been present. Their souls had trembled, as though they had finally obtained what they desired most. And above all, the stars themselves had witnessed it.
Even if this had never been their wish, neither of them felt it was wrong — simply not the right time.

Once everything was over, their eyes met for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Brar.
They didn’t need words. One look was enough to say everything. Uncertainty could be seen in Heer’s eyes, but determination burned in Nawab’s.

The blessings of the elders were given, and their shared life could finally begin.

Destiny was pleased that what it had started was finally moving in the right direction. Now it only had to send them the signs they needed to build the foundation of their relationship.
Because everything was only just beginning.

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After this afternoon where everyone’s minds were overheating, I once again want to apologize if my previous post hurt anyone. I’ll say it again: that was absolutely not my intention.

So I’ve decided that, until the Heewab reunion on June 2nd — or at least throughout the entire month of June — I’ll make one post per day to share my thoughts, my theories, and everything my brain has to say.

I’ll base them on certain previous episodes. I don’t want to focus on negativity, just revisit the core ideas. We’re here to relax.

Now, after so much effort, I feel like the reward is finally not too far away. I’m not usually an optimistic person. It takes a lot to satisfy me. But at this point, I was already prepared to give the show until June 15th to redeem itself. That was my limit.

Anyway, let’s move on to the serious part.

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Today, besides Heer finally waking up, we mostly have two realities colliding.

The Nawab Simran thinks she knows is not the real Nawab, and this trip will finally allow that truth to come out.

Now, I’m certain of one thing… well, halfway certain. Even if Heer wants to end her engagement, she still believes Nawab is happy, which is why she thinks she can tell him the truth. She’s still stuck between two decisions. We don’t really know what she’ll do once she discovers who the girl actually is.

But Nawab, on the other hand, has already made it clear that he would never step into that kind of relationship.

Arjun, meanwhile, is not going to give up easily. In his mind, he’s convinced he’s right in everything he does. That smug smile of his proves it.

As for Simran, coming out of an abusive relationship, she simply sees Nawab as a kind man. She loves what he represents, but not truly who he is. So we can forget the idea that she’s “in love.” She’s mostly searching for safety, not for a person.

The four characters who will dominate the next few days are all stuck in a roundabout. Heewab needs to take the right exit… and leave Arjun and Simran behind.

Ajit and Gulab don’t even matter anymore. We already know their plans work for a while… before collapsing just as quickly.

Oh, and we must not forget Nawab’s promise to Ajit. I think the right moment is finally approaching for him to teach his father-in-law a real lesson.

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Now, the real question that will follow us over the next few days is simple:

Who will expose the truth?

1: Neelu, even though fear is still holding her back right now?
2: Heer, who will finally discover the whole truth and decide that enough is enough?
3: Ajit, who, in an excess of confidence, accidentally lets something slip while being monitored?
4: During all the wedding preparations, Nawab overhears Neelu talking to herself, starts investigating, discovers what’s happening… then arrives on the wedding day like the hero he is, stops everything, and finally renews his vows with Heer?
5: Your turn to share your theory.

⚠️⚠️First of all, I’m not judging anyone. I’m simply sharing my point of view. If anyone feels targeted, I apologize. ⚠️⚠️

What is actually wrong with you all?

In the episode, HEER ASKS NAWAB if he still loves her… and he ANSWERS. "He swears on his life that he loves her and that he will always love her."

THAT WASN’T IN THE SCRIPT. THAT WAS THEIR HEART SPEAKING.

Without that, would Heer have even had the courage to want to break things off with Arjun? NO.

Honestly, right now you people are depressing me more than the show itself.

Why make such a huge deal out of this when we KNOW it’s just to buy time?

Just tell yourselves that it’s filler and plot twists.

Simran and Nawab? Nobody cares. Nawab doesn’t even know who she really is. And I’m sure the truth is going to come out in front of him very soon. Probably by next week. After all, it’s Monday today: a new week is starting.

There are exactly 13 days left before the IPL ends. Then the date is set for June 2nd. Yesterday, I was saying the promo would probably come out on the 31st or the 1st… but it could even arrive earlier just to keep people hooked. From what I understood, they’re currently trying to make room for that anyway. So whatever.

So now I’m wondering: do you want the butter, the money from the butter… and on top of that the milkmaid and the cow too?

We all put in a huge effort that led to the change of writer and director. Personally, I’m not a fan of this filler either, but it’s also something the channel asked for.

So if you truly love the show and the entire team, then for their sake: be patient. Give them until June 15th.

We’ve already suffered. What difference is one more day or one less day going to make? The worst has already happened: Heewab are separated. What could possibly be worse now?

We already know Heer was an adult, so they are married. And if there’s no action, what exactly are they supposed to show us? Even without all this, there would be nothing happening.

I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I was simply sharing my frustration at seeing you all focus on details when the truth is literally right there.

They are not going to lie to us. They know very well that the show is under threat.

Now, everything you do risks turning against us instead. They’ll eventually start thinking: “We’re telling them it’s coming, but they’re still impatient.” And then they’ll genuinely change direction… and this time, you’ll have a real reason to cry.

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Synopsis and Intro

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Four months had passed since Heer had been able to live without fearing she would lose her mother. Ajit Sandhu had disappeared from the picture. Her grandmother had done everything she could to get him released, but Dilip Brar had closed every door, and the trial had been accelerated. Her mother had been so frightened that Heer had had to drop a class to accompany her to court. But no one was going to stop him from paying for all those years of suffering.

Since then, the Sandhu house had been in mourning. Heer was still trying to convince her mother to move far away from them, but that was still too big a step. That evening, after Mr. Brar called to inform her that he would be coming with his family for the roka in two days, Heer decided that her mother would have to move, even if she had to emotionally blackmail her.

— Mom?

— Yes?

— Move out.

— Heer, we’ve already talked about this.

— Mom, try to understand me. I’ll be far from here. If something happens to you and I don’t make it in time…

— Your father is in prison, isn’t he?

— There’s still Bebe. If she was able to raise and feed a monster like him, then you should know she can do worse.

— Heer, Neelu scolded. She’s your grandmother.

— A grandmother who sees her granddaughters as objects? I don’t want one.

— Heer, my daughter. This habit you have of always rebelling will get you into trouble.

— The truth is meant to be spoken, not run away from.

Neelu put down the shirt she was folding and went to sit beside her daughter.

— I’m your mother. I can tolerate all of this, but others won’t.

— Too bad for them. I’m not going to change just to please everyone.

— Be a little gentler.

— Mom, don’t try to change the subject.

— Fine, fine.

Heer jumped into her mother’s arms. She had already found a small apartment in Chandigarh. She would call tomorrow to arrange everything. The day she left this house, her mother would do the same.

Neelu had a dream: to run a small restaurant. She told herself she could already find a job to help her daughter, now that she was getting her freedom back. She only had one paper to sign to become Neelu Gill again.

Heer hated shopping, so her relief was immense on the morning of the roka when a red kurta with golden embroidery was delivered to her. The top was long. A card came with the outfit: “For my future daughter-in-law, Dilip Brar.” He had sent an outfit for each person. Pummi’s scream rang out when she opened her package.

— Heer, Neelu said worriedly. Their outfits look very expensive.

— They are.

— What are we going to do?

— About what?

— About everything. Your bridal set, what you’ll have to take with you…

— Mom, this is what’s coming with me, Heer said, showing her mother.

Her pile of books and all her administrative files. What dress, what sari, what jewelry… none of that was part of her plan, and she fully intended to discuss it with her future husband. She still remembered the photo she had seen of him. His confident and annoying smile had only strengthened her resolve to make it clear to him that she wasn’t going to play the perfect wife for him.

— Heer!

— Mom, Mr. Dilip…

— Papaji. You need to start calling him that.

— Yes, Papaji. He said he was taking care of everything. After all, he’s the one who wants this marriage.

— But we still have to do something.

— Oh, Mom, we’ll see when he comes.

A little reassured, Neelu continued sorting through her daughter’s belongings. The next day, the house was in full decoration mode. Bebe, seated on her throne, gave instructions in her irritated voice. Heer was a thousand miles away from all the noise. She stayed locked in her room until a group of neighbor women came to help her get ready.

No one could agree on whether she should braid her hair or leave it down. Annoyed, Heer told them to leave her hair loose. She had no idea that her choice would steal someone’s heartbeat.

The journey to the village was made in complete silence. Nawab had taken his own car, but Buzo was driving it. He wanted no lectures, no teasing. Calm was what he needed for his plan.

— Are you really going to do this? Buzo asked.

— Oh, absolutely.

— But what if she doesn’t want to?

— Buzo, are you my friend or my enemy?

— Bro, I’m helping you find a plan B.

— There won’t be a plan B. She has no choice.

Buzo gave him an irritated look, but Nawab had no patience. They were placing a wife in his arms, and she could at least agree to this one request, couldn’t she? He wasn’t going to ask for anything more. The rest, the progress of their relationship, would depend on her. He had no desire to force a young woman into becoming the perfect wife, because he didn’t need one.

The Brar family arrived at the Sandhu home. The two families greeted each other. Gulab already couldn’t stand Lovely’s chatter anymore, so she gave Dilip a nod to speed things up. On the other hand, she liked Neelu’s calm nature, so she offered to help her in order to escape the group of women who had surrounded her.

Neelu was a little surprised and nervous, but Gulab, despite all the jewelry she wore, didn’t seem to judge their living conditions at all.

— My Heer can be harsh when she speaks. I raised her with all the love I could despite a father like that.

— Dilip told me about it. Now you’re free.

Neelu wasn’t used to speaking about her problems with other people. She had always been trapped in her suffering without ever knowing how to escape it, so she simply smiled.

— Heer has a heart of gold. She can be blunt, but that’s her way of showing someone matters to her. However, she cannot stand injustice. So please forgive her if she seems to challenge you at times.

— In my home, everyone has the right to speak. Our daughters-in-law are the daughters we never had. I can be strict because I like everything to be in its place, but your daughter will be free to do what she wants, when she wants.

— Thank you. Truly, thank you. She has only ever known freedom at school. I’ve always wanted her to be able to be herself when she gets married.

— She will be. You have my promise.

The moment between the two mothers was cut short when Preeti came running to tell Neelu that Heer had just sent away the people who were getting her ready.

— Need help? Gulab offered.

— No, it’s fine. She must be ready. She just doesn’t really like gatherings.

— I’ll prepare what’s needed. Bring her.

Neelu practically ran to join Heer. She was pacing around her room. She was ready, but she seemed angry.

— What’s wrong?

— Pummi just told me Bebe is going to talk about dowry?

— Yes, that’s normal.

— Mom, they’re a rich family. What more are we going to bring them? Misery and problems?

Heer hated this family. They never missed an opportunity to humiliate her, but her grandmother would surely belittle her in front of her future in-laws just to make sure misery never left her.

— Mom, if she says something, I won’t be able to bear it.

— I won’t let her.

— Mom!

— Just trust me, Heer. I spoke with Mrs. Brar and explained to her, in broad terms, who you are. She seems open-minded. Follow me.

Heer sighed before looking at herself one last time in the mirror. The image reflected back at her was that of a young woman who had just turned twenty. Her slightly curled hair was loose, with pearls woven into it. Her kurta fit her perfectly, and her flat sandals, along with her payals that could be heard with every step, completed her outfit. Her makeup was light. She didn’t really need it.

Nawab sat down on one of the chairs placed on the stage. Heer’s cousins and friends had surrounded him to talk, but he really didn’t like it. He signaled to his mother, but she ignored him. The first thing he heard was the sound of payals before he turned his head toward it. Then came the bottom of her outfit. The red caught his attention for a few seconds before Nawab lifted his gaze and saw her face framed by beautiful loose hair. His heart stopped for a second before beating faster and harder.

He shook his head to snap out of his trance. Beautiful or not, he had already decided what would become of their union. He just needed to find a way to speak to Heer alone. The young woman sat beside him without even glancing at him. Nervous, he thought.

Heer, despite what she said, was afraid. And seeing him look at her had made her heart beat faster. She was a girl; she knew how to recognize a handsome boy when she saw one. Their families performed the rituals and everything needed to set the rest of the events in motion.

— Gift, his sister-in-law Anmol whispered in his ear.

— You gave her an outfit in my favorite color on purpose? Nawab asked.

— We thought we might as well do everything we could to make you look at her.

Nawab sighed before glancing at Buzo. He was laughing with the only boy in this family, someone named Tony. Nawab had given him a mission, and his friend raised his thumb to let him know it was done.

Heer witnessed the whole scene and wanted to ask what was going on. Just as she turned her head toward Nawab, their hands brushed. Heat rose to Heer’s cheeks. They both quickly pulled their hands away, but one thing caught their attention: their necklaces began to warm up, and they both placed their hands over them at the same time.

That necklace and its initials were a reminder destiny was sending to these two young people whose hearts were not yet ready to compromise. The more they tested destiny, the more terrible the trials they would have to face would become.

I want to make it clear that, even if the title may sound judgmental, I am absolutely not going to criticize Heer negatively. I simply want to point something out. So relax, Heer defenders… 🙏

Today’s episode perfectly showed us what it means to be contradictory.

But in Heer’s case, I would mostly say that her Harsh way of loving (amour vache).

Basically: I’m going to be harsh with the person I love, while still expecting them to understand me.

I feel like she needed to tell all of this to Nawab so that he could finally understand why Heer always says the opposite of what she truly feels, and especially why she acts this way with him.

Her “sorry” at the end hurt me for both of them.

On one hand, she thinks she’s doing the right thing, but deep down, she knows she hurt him. And he needed that apology to heal that wound. It won’t help him move on, he doesn’t need it for that, but sometimes a single word can work miracles.

And we’re talking about Nawab… when it comes to Heer, his heart remains as pure white as the shirts he wears.

Just one downside: I don’t really agree when she says that he abandoned her… That remains a mystery, this sudden memory loss from the writer. I won’t say more about that. 🙄

When they’re together, everyone else ceases to exist. That’s what makes their couple so magical.

Nawab forgot about the meeting he had… and let’s avoid talking about the other “thorn” in our foot…

Heer thinks red, but she’ll say black.

She asks her questions while teasing him, then receives the answer she already knows. But the confirmation still matters. Yet in the end, does it really matter? Because despite all of this, she still believes he has truly moved on…

Thank you, Simran. 🫠

Maybe it’s time for her to realize that the real thorn-in-our-foot couple is actually Buzo and Koyal…

She tells him she’s not truly angry, that she simply enjoys teasing him like that. I’m as surprised as Nawab. At certain moments, I can understand it… but at others?

If this is supposed to be a game, then someone will have to explain what I missed.

That’s why I say her "amour vache". And it’s not even really her love… it’s mostly her attitude that is.

Nawab warns her that he never wants to lie to her and that, if it ever happens one day, he would never intentionally hurt her.

So now, they’ve laid the groundwork for what’s coming next.

Nawab now has to learn how to search for Heer’s true words whenever she speaks. As they say: find the truth within the lies. He has gained wisdom, so I hope he’ll manage to do it.

And Heer, on her side, will have to avoid losing her temper when she learns that Nawab lied. She will first have to understand why he did it.

Because what their relationship truly lacks is mutual understanding, communication… and above all, trust.

I want to apologize first, I know absolutely nothing about cricket. In France, it’s football, basketball, volleyball, or tennis. that people follow. So I won’t go into detail about what Nawab is doing because I don’t want to make mistakes.

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Synopsis and Intro

Prologue

Chapter 1

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Nawab had been at the training camp for a week. He was doing everything he could to forget about everything, from sunrise until sunset. In a few days, several scouts were supposed to arrive.

After throwing a ball and getting the player out, he looked up at the sky. The sun seemed to be mocking him today. He couldn’t stand its rays; they reminded him too much of his father constantly telling him to stay hydrated or his mother always leaving a towel and a spare shirt in his car.

After more than two hours, the coach finally dismissed them. He eventually decided to turn on his phone. He had so many missed calls that his phone couldn’t even show the number anymore, and the family group chat was even worse.

He wasn’t the type to run away from anything or anyone, but this time, they were asking him to place his life in the hands of a complete stranger. His phone rang at that moment, making him jump. He checked the name before answering. A group call from his friends. He answered after stepping into the shade.

— What’s new?

— You coward, Snake said.

— Bro, seriously, you just ran away like that, Buzo added.

— This is Nawab. The real question is: what made him run away? Arjun pointed out.

— Where’s Tina? Nawab asked instead of answering.

— Her father locked her up. She threw a fit because she wanted to come after you.

Nawab sighed. He didn’t know how many times he had told her he didn’t love her and that nothing would ever happen between them, but the girl refused to understand.

— I have a solution to calm her down, Buzo said mischievously.

— I don’t want to know, Nawab replied coldly.

Buzo was his best friend. He told him everything and helped him without asking questions. He was the only one who knew why he was in Delhi, so far away from home. The silence that followed made the others realize something was going on and that they weren’t aware of it.

— More secrets between you two again? Snake complained. Aren’t we friends?

— Oh, don’t start again, Buzo said, trying to brush it off. You know what Nawab’s afraid of. I was just going to tease him about it.

— Ah, Arjun muttered.

Everyone knew Nawab Brar didn’t want a girl in his life. Too many complications for him. He already had two things to manage, and maintaining them already gave him headaches. His bike and his car.

— The day he finds his other half, he’ll stop running away, Arjun said philosophically.

The other boys burst out laughing. Then they started making plans for Nawab’s return. It would be the end of the year, and they wanted to go to the seaside. Goa sounded like a good idea, but Arjun said he needed to work to prepare for the holidays. Nawab said nothing. That guy had an oversized ego whenever someone tried to help him, so Buzo offered him a job at his father’s garage after classes. After that, Nawab hung up, headed to the locker room, then to his room.

That day, his father had sent Heer’s picture to the family group chat. Everyone thought she was beautiful, but the person most concerned hadn’t even opened the message. He finally did while driving back home four months later.

Nawab was happy. He had caught the attention of a scout, and luckily for him, it was from the team he had always dreamed of joining. The team from his city, which would open the way to the regional one and eventually the national team. His ultimate goal: to play for the Indian team. Nawab had given himself five years to achieve it, and he could already cross the first objective off his list.

With that good news in mind, he opened the family conversation, and Heer’s picture was the first thing he saw. His finger froze for a moment, and his pendant warmed up. He placed a hand over his heart and touched his chain. He spent the entire ride staring at the picture so intensely that he didn’t even notice when the driver arrived home. It was only when the door opened that he realized what had happened.

Gulab pulled him out of the car so forcefully that he lost his balance. She started hitting him, and still lost in his thoughts, he didn’t react.

— Ungrateful son! Is this how you thank your parents? Gulab demanded. You run away? I didn’t raise you like this.

— Mom, Nawab said while pulling her into a hug. Your son is back.

— Now that’s good news, Gulab replied as she calmed down.

The entire family was gathered on the front porch. His father stood in front, followed by Sunny with his wife Anmol, then his second brother Jimmy and his wife Richa. Nawab waved at them.

— The prodigal son returns, Sunny said while patting Jimmy’s shoulder. Now that he’s here, everyone will forget about the first and second sons.

— Here you go again. Nobody forgets you, you’re the eldest. Me, the middle child, I’m invisible, Jimmy laughed.

Both brothers ran toward Nawab, who immediately fled, and their usual game started on the lawn. One would chase the other, catch him, then the other would come from behind, grab him by the legs, and throw him down. That day, Jimmy was the unlucky victim.

Gulab walked over to Dilip, and the two parents exchanged knowing smiles. This was their family. Dilip simply wanted to complete it, and Gulab only wanted everyone to be happy.

— Let’s go inside, Dilip said before heading toward the villa.

Sunny and Jimmy wrapped their arms around Nawab’s shoulders and trapped him between them.

— The youngest son runs away from home and disappears for four months without any news. You’re going to be punished, Sunny said seriously.

— And the punishment will be terrible, Jimmy added while winking at Sunny.

Nawab wasn’t listening to them. Their favorite pastime had always been scaring him when they were kids, and now it no longer affected him. But Dilip had asked the entire household not to say anything to Nawab when he returned. He would handle it himself.

The conversation happened two days later. Nawab had been forced to take makeup exams so he wouldn’t repeat the year. He had passed the credits he needed to validate his year, but there were still courses he would have to retake with the second-years once classes resumed. Journalism and economics.

That evening, after dinner, his father came to his room. Nawab was throwing a tennis ball against the wall and catching it again. He always did that when he was stressed.

— Nawab, can we talk?

— Yes, Dad.

Dilip sat on the bed while Nawab remained seated at his desk chair. The room reflected the young man perfectly. Framed signed cricket jerseys hanging like paintings, signed cricket bats displayed on a shelf, and his portrait above his bed. Completely masculine.

— It’s about your marriage.

— Dad, you still haven’t given up?

— No. More than ever, my decision isn’t changing.

— But what do you have against me? Okay, I speed sometimes, but I’m a good guy.

— Your brothers got married at twenty-one. I was twenty. People say that when you grow up with the person, it makes the future easier.

Nawab didn’t bother arguing. He couldn’t understand who had come up with such nonsense. He had a feeling those words came from his grandfather. That man with the thick mustache and beard, with the deep baritone voice, but also as rigid as a ruler.

— You’ll thank me later, Dilip continued. We’ll go this weekend for your engagement, and before classes resume, there’ll be your wedding.

— This summer? But Dad, I have plans.

— Cancel them.

— Can’t we wait until next year?

— And after that, you’ll tell me “next year” again? No. It’ll happen this summer. We’ll do everything within a month. And when classes resume, you’ll return to campus as husband and wife.

I’d rather die, Nawab thought.

But the girl had thought the exact same thing when Dilip spoke to her about it. The two of them had already formed a plan that would make the beginning of this shared life easier to survive.

The gears of destiny kept turning. Each of them pulled in opposite directions to avoid the inevitable, and the result was obvious: the elastic band had snapped them right back to the starting point, standing face to face once again.

Sorry 🙇, this is going to be long to read, but you’re used to it by now: I always write too much… lol.

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Before coming to Reddit, I used to talk about every single moment with a friend on Instagram (and we still do), but I had started distancing myself from all of this a little. I had stopped watching the episodes and focused more on writing my stories, but anyway.

So here’s what I had been thinking before they gave us the fiasco we’ve been dealing with until today.

1- At some point, I thought we would get a flashback revealing that the engagement was fake and that Nawab knew about it.

► But that theory was destroyed by the recent events involving Arjun and Simran’s arrival. In this theory, I also found it “strange” that Arjun suddenly showed up with this engagement story and the fact that Gurleen knew about it. I started wondering if Gulab had manipulated him once again. Why? Because he said that Nawab had “moved on,” even though it had barely been a few days since Nawab stopped coming in front of Heer’s house.

2- They couldn’t redo Heewab’s marriage because it would be way too complicated. Too many people are against it: Gulab, Ajit, just to name a few. So the only solution would be for the reason Heer had their marriage annulled to no longer exist, which would automatically cancel the decision and mean that Heewab are still married.

► I’m still betting on this theory. Heer sacrificed everything for that decision. So if there’s no annulment anymore and she no longer has anything to protect through that sacrifice… are we finally going to see her wake up? And Nawab kept saying that the moment she signed those papers, she lost all her rights. So I imagine they’re going to reverse things: no more papers, meaning she gets her rights back. And Nawab too.

3- If the truths are going to come out, it will happen in a certain order. ► If the truth about the birth certificate comes out, it will inevitably lead back to the reason Ajit did all of this and to his role in the story.

That way, we could discover that he was the hooded man. And at the same time, realize that Arjun may not be as innocent in the drug case as he seems. (Even though I only believe that 50-50. But if it can help Heer stop seeing him as a saint, I’ll take it.)

Then they could trace everything back to the theft story, and so on, until everything eventually reaches Nawab.

► But even there, I don’t think Gulab’s name will be tied to everything. They still need her to play the villain. So even if Nawab discovers some truths, nothing will directly connect Gulab to all of it. However, it would allow Nawab to keep an eye on his mother.

4- Now let’s talk about Simran. At first, I was among those who weren’t bothered by her arrival. Why? Because, to me, she was simply going to bring a female perspective. And when they gave her the nickname “doctor,” I thought: good. And above all, I was never afraid that Nawab would fall in love with her. Here’s why.

► Because they showed from the very beginning that the moment Nawab accepted his marriage, nothing could ever make him turn back. The biggest revelation was when he chose Heer over his mother. That is not an easy decision to make. On the other hand, I wanted Simran to help him calm his emotions, analyze things, even if he wasn’t directly searching for the truth, so that he would stop reacting impulsively every single time.

► And when we found out she was Heer’s cousin, that’s when I understood it was over. And yesterday’s episode confirmed it for us. Even with the old script, I think all of this had already been planned.

► Did they talk about a love triangle? Yes, but we’ve already had several before. The difference is that back then, nobody was worried because Heewab’s marriage prevented anything from happening. Now, that’s no longer the case. We started with Heer–Tina–Nawab, then there was Heer–Arjun–Nawab. Those are love triangles too. But the person in the middle never stays. So now, Arjun and Simran are, as always, just elements that will eventually bring them back together.

► Yesterday, Nawab made it very clear to Pummi that he could never get close to her. And the day Nawab discovers who Simran really is… he already feels nothing for her. He simply thinks he’s giving her a chance, but it’s obvious where his attention truly lies. So we can already forget the idea that Simran could genuinely matter in the bigger picture.

► Simran is a grey character. When she has to be bad, she is, without thinking twice. We understood that when she told Nawab she didn’t like people. But when she has to be kind, she can be that too. So if, before the whole truth comes out, she genuinely falls in love with Nawab, then yes, she could become villainous. But honestly, we’re used to that already: the show barely gives us anything else. However, they softened things a little by having Neelu explain that Heer still loves Nawab, even if, in her mind, Buzo is Nawab.

I still have more things to say, but I’ll stop here for now.

Synopsis and Intro

Prologue

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Heer had just finished her last exam of the day. She was supposed to stop by the dean’s office regarding her scholarship application for next year, but she was far too hungry for that. After a quick stop at the cafeteria, she ran into the gloss-and-mirror clan. She could never understand how some people came to university without actually studying. They spent their entire day redoing their makeup and flirting.

Her best friend — and also her cousin — had moved to Chandigarh with her family the previous year. Heer would have gladly followed her, but she knew that if she left, her mother would die, so she had sacrificed her dream of studying at CPU.

She bought something to eat and a coffee. Heer sat down in a corner of the room. Lost in her thoughts, she was far from imagining that today her life was about to take the most unexpected turn.

Neelu trembled in front of Ajit. He cursed her for his bad luck and especially for the humiliation he had suffered that morning. Neelu didn’t dare tell him that he humiliated himself every single day by ending his drunken nights in gutters. She glanced at Bebe, but like the loyal mother of a tyrant, she acted as though none of this concerned her.

— Where is your useless daughter? The one who thinks she’s better than everyone else! Ajit shouted.

— She… she’s at university.

— What university? She should go work to pay for her food.

— She already does, Neelu said in a sudden burst of rebellion.

Neelu could endure anything for herself, but she would never allow him to attack her daughters.

With bloodshot eyes, Ajit refused to accept her answer and raised his hand. He had thrown the belt into a corner and didn’t trust his balance enough to pick it up without falling before his brother Sujit stopped him.

— Stop it, Ajit. Stop! That’s enough. Don’t forget what the doctor said. One more shock and she could die.

— So what? Why should I care? Let her die!

— You’ve already beaten her enough for today.

Neelu didn’t know what to say or think anymore. Her brother-in-law stopped her husband, but always after he had already unleashed his rage for a while. Did the men of this family even know what respect for women meant? A mother pretending to ignore her son’s violence. A brother silently participating in the spectacle. A sister-in-law laughing at her misery. Heer’s words still echoed in her ears.

“Mama, I can’t help you if you don’t help yourself. One day I’ll arrive too late, and then I’ll be an orphan.”

Those words had made her cry. She didn’t know what to do. Her own mother had told her that no matter what her husband did to her, he had the right to do it. But this suffering… was this really her life? Her mother was no longer there to answer her.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t immediately hear the sound of police sirens. Startled, the family members exchanged glances.

— Heer! Heer! Bebe shouted.

Thinking her granddaughter had caused trouble again. But it was a man in a navy-blue suit standing at their door, surrounded by police officers, who answered instead.

— Hello.

— Who are you? Sujit asked.

— A benefactor.

— What benefactor? And what are the police doing here? Bebe demanded.

— I came to solve a problem that should have been solved a long time ago. Arrest him, the man said.

The officers grabbed Ajit and started dragging him toward the exit while mother and son panicked. But the man blocked their path.

— Do you want to follow him too? Because all of you deserve prison for what I witnessed during the last five minutes.

— But who are you?! Bebe shouted. Who told you to interfere in my family’s business?

— Dilip Brar.

— Brar? Sujit repeated. As in Brar Industries?

— That’s right.

— But what are you doing here?

— Bebe! Ajit screamed. Do something!

Dilip motioned for the officers to continue what they had come for and crossed his arms while staring at the rest of the family. As long as that despicable man remained there, he wouldn’t feel at peace.

Ajit struggled, shouted, and threatened them, but eventually he was taken away, and Dilip finally breathed properly again.

— That’s one thing taken care of.

— Does Ajit owe you money? Sujit asked curiously.

He was already thinking about how much money he would need to spend to get his brother out of jail, and it was already giving him a headache.

— No.

— Then what do you want?

— Let’s sit down.

— For what reason? Bebe wanted to know. You just had my son arrested over family matters…

— You do realize I can call them back and have you arrested for domestic violence? You’ll share your son’s cell.

Bebe dropped onto her cot and shot Neelu a hateful glare.

— What did I do to deserve a daughter-in-law like this?

— You’re asking the wrong question. It should be: what did you fail to teach your sons for your family to live like this? Your husband was an honorable man, but ever since his death, your family has been in decline.

Before coming to their home, Dilip had investigated the neighborhood, and what he discovered disgusted him. If it were up to him, he would have had them all arrested, especially that sister-in-law who openly participated in another woman’s harassment instead of helping her.

— You knew my husband? Bebe asked.

— Yes. I knew him a few years before he passed away. He helped my father when he first started his company.

Bebe, Sujit, and Lovely exchanged looks, and greed flashed in their eyes. Neelu brought him a cup of tea. Dilip thanked her.

— Sit down.

Neelu looked at her mother-in-law, who gave her a nod.

— What do you want by coming here? Sujit asked again.

— While he was alive, your father often visited us with your niece, and his wish was to marry her to my youngest son.

— Are you sure it was Heer and not Pummi? Lovely asked.

— The last picture I have of her, she was twelve years old, just a few months before your father passed away.

Bebe stared at him. Her memory failed her at times. She vaguely remembered her husband mentioning that he had found a good family for Heer. But she couldn’t remember who it was anymore, and she had already planned to marry her granddaughter off to a family in some distant village just to get rid of the problem she represented.

That very morning, after his son’s improvised escape, Dilip had become determined to arrange this marriage. His wife was against it, but all his sons had married at twenty-one. Only Nawab, who had just turned twenty-two, was still single. They had more of a best-friend relationship than a father-son one, which was why he had given him more freedom than his brothers, but that freedom was starting to become dangerous.

Dilip knew this approach wasn’t the best one, but he thought that if Nawab knew he had a wife waiting for him at home, he would be more careful. His phone rang, and he excused himself to answer it. As he stepped outside, he saw a very serious-looking young woman walk in.

— Mom, what did Aunt Simi tell me? Ajit got arrested?

— Heer! Neelu said firmly. I already told you not to call your father by his first name.

— When he remembers he’s a father and a husband, I’ll remember how to address him. Until then, he’s Ajit. So it’s true?

— Yes, it’s true.

Heer turned around in surprise. She examined the man standing at the door before looking back at her mother.

— A debt collector? Heer asked her mother.

— No, Dilip laughed. Don’t you remember me? Then again, it’s been more than ten years since we last saw each other. I’ve aged.

— No, I don’t recognize you.

— Uncle Dili?

Heer still looked completely confused. She walked over to her mother, not interested in this story at all. What she really wanted to know was whether Ajit was locked up for good or just for the night.

— So, the marriage? Bebe asked.

— Who’s getting married?

— You!

Heer looked at her grandmother with clenched teeth. Her mother held her back from replying. Dilip stood up and walked toward her. He noticed her eyes were red with anger.

— There’s no rush. You can finish your year, then apply to join CPU in Chandigarh.

Heer didn’t know what to think. Let a man into her life? Every male figure she had ever known had been a terrible example. How could she trust him? The man standing before her seemed kind, trustworthy even, but that didn’t mean his son would be the same. Dilip touched Heer’s head gently and smiled.

— I understand your hesitation. But I can guarantee that Nawab is not a bad boy.

Heer raised her hand to her neck. Dilip noticed the gesture and smiled. So the two of them had kept their necklaces all this time. Yet the memories of childhood seemed to have faded from their minds.

The “N” resting against Heer’s neck warmed up as though it were trying to tell her something. Meanwhile, miles away from there, a young man felt the letter “H” around his own neck grow warm, and without realizing it, he placed his hand over his heart.

Had a piece of destiny just moved forward against all odds?

Synopsis and Intro

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Heer left home after yet another argument with her mother. She could not understand why Neelu wanted to continue living with the Sandhus. She had a full scholarship and a job that could support her mother and sister. Every time her phone rang during the day, she feared someone was calling her to come identify her mother’s body.

Barely a week ago, her mother had been hit so hard that she lost her balance. Those animals had refused to call a doctor. Heer had threatened to call the police if her mother was not treated. But if her own mother was her own worst enemy, what could she really do?

After kicking the door in frustration, she headed to her university. She absolutely had to pass her year with good grades to keep her scholarship. As she walked, she noticed a body lying in the grass surrounded by a crowd. She pulled her dupatta over her head to shield herself from the sun, but mostly so no one would stop her.

Ajit Sandhu loved the bottle as much as she hated it. His days started in the gutter and, like the pig he was, with his face buried in the mud.

An old woman recognized her. Heer shot her a vicious glare before continuing toward her bus stop. She had no time for this kind of drama; she had an exam. After mentally flipping off the disgusting man who happened to be her biological father, she rushed toward her local university. She had four months left to complete her year. Until then, she had neither the time nor the energy for distractions.

Miles away, a young man had just thrown a glass against the wall. He was so angry he no longer knew what to think. His father, his best friend, had decided he should get married! Him, at only twenty-two years old! What kind of ridiculous obsession was this now? At first, he had wondered if his father wanted to see his youngest son married before dying, but the medical tests had shown nothing.

Just because he had been caught speeding… Alright, it was the fifteenth time that month, but so what? He controlled his car and motorcycle as though they were extensions of himself. Nawab looked at himself in the mirror. Fine, there was an entire line of girls chasing after him, some even came to his house, but it was not his fault he had been born this handsome, was it?

He had a dream, and he intended to achieve it. He picked up the flyer lying on his bed and decided this was the perfect opportunity. Four months? By then, his father would have forgotten this madness. He scheduled a message for the family group chat to be sent the next morning when they woke up. Until then, he would be gone. A bark stopped him.

His Champion… how was he supposed to leave without him? He scratched the dog behind the ear, gave him a treat, and pulled him into a hug. The animal said goodbye by licking his cheek.

“The future is ours!” they both shouted in unison, miles apart from one another, yet already so close.

The gears of fate had begun turning to bring these two hearts together.