u/Severe_Gap4709

I watched the episode rn. And i still don't know what they are trying to do or what they will do. No umeed.

But this episode. Watching heer and nawab like they used to be. That tom and jerry version. The bickering. I missed this so much.

Ek toh recently jo bhi do episode kind of okay rahe hai usmein heer ne same blue suit pehena hai. Agar ye outfit ka matlab aise episodes hai jismein thoda smile karne mile toh roz heer ko yahi pehenao.

And who wrote the dialogues for this episode 😂😂 i couldn't stop smiling at Nawab and Heer’s bickering. Their dialogue delivery in these scenes are so natural. Like always razmeet giving thier 200%.

The whole raita conversation was too funny.

And everything felt so natural. How nawab picked heer up, fixed her hair, her putting her phone in his shirt pocket, such effortless actions but oof.

I am not going on all those dialogues amd scenes that felt like foreshadowing because it only gives me hope and then disappointment.. endless loop.

But again this episode felt like a much needed break. Any episode which is majority of the duration focused on heewab is good.

They literally felt like the old tom and jerry heer and nawab and i missed them so much.. ugh. I couldn't stop smiling throughout their scenes.

The whole cycle ride that we were so ready would be weird and cringe, actually turned out kind of sweet but still funny.

This the nawab i fell for, and raza carries this version so effortlessly, i think this was one of the reasons for loving nawab.

Idk aage kya karenge but again.. i am feeling somewhat good after watching this episode.

When arjun came to college and gave nawab the wedding card he said "meri heer ki shaadi hai" but when nawab was having flashbacks of that scene later arjun says "teri heer ki shaadi hai". Did i hear it wrong?? Or yahi bola usne??

The last episode that i watched was drunk heer wala. And thank god mene na kal ka episode dekha na aaj ka. Because i would like to stay there only.

That was such a good episode, and then kal was like a filler and aaj toh matlab hadd hi kardi.

The least they could have done was keep this episode centered on the romeo juliet play but no they had to show nawab and simran's 🤢 rain scene 🤢 in this episode only.

Mujhe sach mein dekhke, sochke, ulti si aane lagti hai.

Some third person will think ye sab personally horaha mere saath jo mujhe itna affect kar raha but i know we all are in the same state.

I don't understand why that whole thing was necessary?? Like nawab didn't hug her back, he was thinking about heer at that time, so why??? That hair thing. Ughhhhh. Why nawab why??

Mujhe ye wala third angle samajh hi nahi aaraha. Because simran is basically like a rebound for nawab, but he is genuinely putting in efforts. Iske baad simran ki hopes toh badhengi hi na?? Why are they portraying nawab like that??

Tina ke time bhi he led her on. Wrong but we knew the reason atleast ki he needed to secure a spot in the team so he was using her. Simran ke saath ye sab karne ka reason kya hai??? Ye batao mujhe koi?? Move on karna?? But if you are still thinking about heer then kya move on??? Now when you and heer will be together and simran will become villian how will i be able to blame her?? Because uske pov se toh you were interested without any other reason than actually trying to have something happen with her. Ughhhh. Kaun likh raha bhai ye sab aur kya leke likh raha.

And just to add, before it comes to heer. She is with arjun because she needs to stay away from nawab to protect him. She keeps trying to make things work for arjun because from her pov her and nawab cannot be together or her father will ruin nawab and now she is engaged to arjun so she is trying to make that work but but but atleast she is honest about her feelings from the start, arjun knows she loves nawab and she is only engaged to him because of her family. Her feelings are clear from the beginning.

Nawab keeps telling simran that he wants to move on and how annoying heer is and all. So simran keeps building her hopes. But ye simran bhi pagli hai, koi ladka itna apni ex ki baat kare toh nikal lena chahiye wahan se.

Oh god. I never thought i would make a rant post on nawab. Kya kar rahe ye writers. Itne time baad koi male character itna pasand aaya mujhe. 😭😭😭

But yeah, i needed to let this out. Abhi recently kaafi zyada hi ladko ne gussa dila diya hai mujhe, never thought nawab's character will be one of them. I hate being angry at him.

They need to fix these things and stop adding these unnecessary romantic moments between nawab and simran.

I can't stop smiling!!! I have watched the episode so many times since yesterday. Jasmeet did such a good job and the whole vibe between nawab and heer, it was so effortless. Razmeet as usual display their killer chemistry.

Now i know that maybe aise hi episodes roz roz nahi mil sakte kyun drama bhi karna hai na. But god i hope they keep giving us atleast just heer and nawab moments thode thode.

Plus, some moments that stood out, which i don't know hope toh nahi rakh rahi mein ab bas jaise chal raha ussi ke hisab se chal rahi but still,

1. Simran knows how much Heer loves nawab. She saw her crying and all, i just hope she remembers this aage jaake bhi.

2. Nawab picking up neelu's call. I think nawab will also doubt or shayad 2+2 kare aage jaake, even though heer doesn't tell him about it. I don't know it just felt significant that nawab got picked it up and neelu told him she needed to talk to heer and he even asked if something is wrong because she sounded stressed.

3. That sorry Heer said before falling asleep. Again, nawab will doubt more and more that Heer is hiding some truth.

4. In precap, Heer saying arjun isn't like nawab jo wo gulaab ki baat mein aajayega. Why do i think nawab is baar gulaab ki baat mein nahi aayega and arjun toh obviously maan hi liya

Baaki gulaabo ne pehli baar kuch accha kiya ab unki hi wajah se nawab romeo banega.

Plus, now that nawab will play romeo then obviously simran is going to find out majnu is nawab.

Baaki i can't pick any favourite scene from today because every scene was so good starting from heer calling nawab drunk and saying she doesn't want to talk to him 😂 then whole net pe latakna, bat se maarna, the car scene, how nawab couldn't stop his smile and heer teasing him (my second favorite), the statue scenes, the fire (idk why he lit a fire tho, maybe for vibes), sukha paneer ka tukda se paneer tikka (3rd favourite), nawab asking heer who gave her alcohol and if she is fine, kisi ne kuch kiya toh nahi (oof) their conversations, Heer’s dialogues, that korean heart 😂..

But my favourite favourite part was "Nawab" "Heer". Oof the way they said it everytime. How cutely heer called his name and the way nawab smiled everytime saying her name.

This episode felt like i could finally catch a breathe after a long long time.

This is Part 4 of the Runaway series which was born out of a discussion between Plus and I about Heer running away from all of the drama.

It continues right where Part 3 written by u/Plus_Application_888 ended.

In the last part Nawab finally found Heer and in this one we will see him make efforts to try and win her heart back.

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The moment Heer left for college, the smile on Nawab’s face faded slightly. His eyes drifted toward the untouched breakfast on the table.

Kirrat Aunty (sighing) : “Ye ladki bhi na… tension mein khana peena sab bhool jaati hai.”

That line stayed with him.. How many times had he seen Heer actually put herself first? She worried about everyone over the smallest things and yet forgot the most basic needs of her own.

He remembered how she used to wake him up for cricket practice, standing there on the ground with a water bottle in her hand during his practice for hours. She had classes to attend, studies, dreams of her own…yet somehow she put him first. Just so he could prove to everyone that he could make it on his own. She had done so much for him…without ever making it obvious. And this time…it was his turn.

Nawab looked toward the kitchen thoughtfully.

Nawab: “Aunty…”

The ladies looked at him.

Nawab: “College kitni duur hai yahan se?”

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Ten minutes later…. The kitchen looked like a battlefield. Flour dusted the counters like snow, and the scent of something slightly charred hung in the air.

Koyal (Laughing) : “NAWAB! Ye tumne paratha banaya hai ya Himachal ka map?”

Buzo leaned against the counter laughing.

Buzo: “Bhai tu na cricket hi khela kar bas. Ye khaana banana tere bas ka nahi hai.”

Nawab glared at both of them while trying to flip the paratha. Which immediately folded into itself. Nisha Aunty snatched the spatula from his hand.

Nisha Aunty: “Hatto zara. Tumse nahi ho payega.

Mera kitchen hi na jala do tum”

Nawab (muttering stubbornly) : “Arrey ho jayega aunty, apni biwi ke liye bana raha hoon..bilkul hojayega”

Koyal: “Dekho dekho. Paratha banate hue bhi romance chal raha hai iske dimag mein.”

Buzo : “ Oof. Lagta hai humare biwipaglu nawab ki wapasi ho chuki hai.”

Nawab ignored them completely. Instead, he carefully packed the least destroyed parathas into a tiffin while Meera aunty added achar beside them.

Nawab (softly): “Heer ko pasand toh ayega na?”

The aunties exchanged silent glances. That softness in his voice melted everyone's heart.

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The college corridors buzzed with chatter during the lunch break.

Students moved around laughing, carrying books and coffee cups while Nawab stood awkwardly near the canteen holding the tiffin in one hand.

A few girls passing by slowed down to look at him. One whispered something to the other while giggling. Nawab didn’t notice because his eyes stayed fixed on the classroom hallway, waiting for only one girl.

Heer stepped out of class and the moment she saw nawab, she froze.

Heer: “Nawab?”

Nawab (smiling): “ Hello biwi.”

Heer (nervously looking around): “Nawab! Dheere bolo!”

Nawab (grinning): “Accha? Kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye kya? Ki tum meri…..”

​She lunged forward, her palm covering his mouth to

silence him. Nawab didn't move. He just looked at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Heer (annoyed): “Kya karne aaye ho tum yahan?”

Instead of answering, he held the tiffin out toward her. She looks at him questioningly and he signals towards her hand on his mouth. She realized how close they were and stepped back.

Nawab: “Nashta.”

Heer looked at him surprised and then frowned.

Heer: “Nawab.. Mere paas abhi iske liye time nahi…”

Nawab (interrupting her) : “ I know I know. Isliye sirf tumhe ye khaana dene aaya hoon. Aur kuch bhi nahi. Mein kuch bolunga bhi nahi, Promise. Tum kha lo bas ye.”

She stared at him quietly. Then at the tiffin. Then back at him.

Heer: “Nawab mujhe bhook nahi hai…”

Nawab (nodding dramatically) : “Theek hai…”

Before she could react, he inhaled deeply like he was about to shout something.

Nawab: “Toh mein sabko bata deta hoon ki meri biwi….”

Heer (eyes widen): “Nawab!”

Nearby students turned slightly. She quickly grabbed the tiffin from his hand.

Heer: “Theek hai! Theek hai, kha rahi hoon!”

A victorious smile spread across his face.

She led him to a quiet bench under a tree, pointing a warning finger at him.

Heer: “Promise yaad rakhna apna. Chup chap bas baithe rehna.”

​He mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key.

Heer slowly opened the tiffin. The parathas looked slightly uneven…very uneven.

She looked at the pararthas. Then at him.

Heer: “Ye…tumne banaya hai?”

Nawab quickly nodded like a child, excitement visible on his face.

​A small smile threatened to break across her face. She took a bite in silence. Nawab sat with his elbows on his knees, watching her exactly like he promised. When she finished, he quietly opened a water bottle and held it out without a word. She took it after a pause.

Heer: “Happy?”

Nawab: “Bohot. Acha tha? Mene kabhi pehle banaya nahi…”

Heer (interrupting): “Tumne promise kiya tha na ki kuch nahi bologe?”

He chuckled softly before taking the tiffin back from her hands. Then he stood up.

Nawab: “Fine! Ja ra hoon… shaam ko milta hain.. ghar pe.”

Ghar. Not cottage. Not orphanage. Ghar.

And before Heer could react to that word, he turned and started walking away.

Heer watched him go quietly. Her fingers unconsciously brushed over the warm spot on her lap where the tiffin rested. A strange calm settled inside her chest. Dangerous yet comforting but also confusing.

Because Nawab had cared for her before too. Then why…why did this feel so different now?

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Later, Heer was sitting in class but her mind was still stuck on that one word. Ghar.

She stared blankly at the notebook in front of her while the professor continued explaining something on the board.

Her phone vibrated beside her. A message from Preeti Aunty. Heer frowned slightly and opened it under the desk. A video. She quickly put earphones in and played the video.

(The video)

One of the Kids: “Nawaaab bhaiyaaa sambhal ke!”

The video shook violently because Koyal was laughing too hard while recording.

Nawab stood in the middle of the orphanage courtyard holding a huge sack of flour over his shoulder with unnecessary confidence.

Nawab: “Tum log side ho jao, ye sab toh mere bayein haath ka…”

Before he could finish, he slipped slightly on the wet ground and the flour sack exploded, coating his black sweatshirt in white.

The laughter of the kids and the aunties filled the audio.

Another video came instantly. This time Nawab sat on the ground surrounded by children while one little girl aggressively painted his cheeks pink.

Little girl (scolding him seriously): “Aap hile toh sab makeup kharab ho jayega!”

Nawab (raising both hands dramatically): “Theek hai baba.”

One little boy suddenly climbed into his lap.

Little boy: “Aap Heer didi ke husband ho?”

The entire video went silent for one second.

Nawab (without hesitation) : “Haan.”

He didn't sound awkward at all. Just…like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Koyal zoomed the camera toward him dramatically.

Buzo (yelling from somewhere behind): “Confidence toh dekho iss aadmi ka!”

The kids giggled loudly.

(Videos end)

The video ended but Heer kept staring at the screen. Before she realised it…the corner of her lips had lifted slightly. Her fingers tightened around the phone unconsciously. Why did this feel so dangerous?

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By evening, rain had started falling softly over Kasauli.

Heer was on the bus, going back to the orphanage. She looked outside the half open window watching droplets hit the glass while cold wind brushed against her face.

Then her phone rang. Arjun. She picked up instantly.

Heer: “Tumne bataya na Nawab ko.”

Straight accusation. Arjun sighed from the other side.

Arjun: “Heer, hello toh bol leti.”

Heer (sarcastically) : “Hello Arjun. Kaise ho? Ab bolo. Tumne bataya na Nawab ko”

Arjun: “Nahi bataya maine. Promise kiya tha mene tumse Heer. Tumhe lagta hai wo promise mein tod dunga?”

Heer: “Phir usse kaise pata chala, Arjun?”

A small pause. Then Arjun explained to her how Tina followed him, heard him talking to her, and then Nawab overheard them talking, and then heard Heer’s voice over the phone.

Heer: “Wo usdin call pe Nawab ne hi mera naam liya tha na? Mujhe laga mene kuch galat sun liya hoga. Phir bhi Arjun, usse ye kaise pata chala ki mein kahan hoon?”

Arjun: “Come on Heer. Tumhe kya lagta hai? Wo tumhe dhund nahi leta?”

Heer leaned back against the seat tiredly.

Heer: “Tum samajh nahi rahe Arjun…”

Arjun (interrupting her): “Nahi Heer, Tum samajh nahi rahi.”

Heer (frowning): “Matlab?”

Arjun (in a calm tone): “Listen Heer, i understand ki tum yahan se kyun chali gayi..honestly.. tumne sahi kiya. But ab kya? Zindagi bhar bhaagogi?”

Heer (closes her eyes): “Main bhaag nahi rahi.”

Arjun (scoffed lightly): “Achha? Toh kya pahadon mein ghumne gayi thi?”

Heer: “Arjun!”

Arjun (his voice soft again): “Heer… pehli baar Nawab ko apni galtiyon ka realisation hua hai and wo unhe theek karna chahta hai. Tumhe samajhna chahta hai.”

That line landed somewhere deep inside her chest. Before she could respond, Arjun spoke again lightly.

Arjun: “Waise bhi, Koyal ne mujhe already teen videos bhej di hain uski. Usne toh orphanage ko apna sasural hi bana liya hai”

Despite herself, Heer let out the smallest laugh. Arjun immediately caught it.

Arjun: “Accha…. Nawab ke wahan pohochte hi wapas hasne bhi lagi tum?”

Heer: “Arjun!”

Arjun: “Haan haan thik hai. Bas itna bolunga… ki try kar raha hai wo, karne do usse. Ismein harm kya hai Heer.”

Heer: “Waise itne din se kahan the tum, kitne calls kiye mene tumhe, messages kiye, tumne respond hi nahi kiya. sab thik hai na wahan? Maa, preeti dono thik hai na?”

Arjun: “Haan Heer, sab thik hai. Tum chinta mat karo. Mera phone kisi ne rakh liya tha, but wo bohot lambi story hai, baad mein batata hoon.”

The call disconnected quietly after that.

Heer sat there for the rest of the way staring at the rain thinking about what Arjun said, how long would she be able to keep running? Especially from..him?

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(Parallel Scene with Arjun and Tina)

Arjun placed his phone down after his call with Heer, and slid it towards the person in front.

Arjun: “Ye lo, rakhlo wapas.”

Tina: “ You can have it back. Waise bhi ab jab Heer milgayi hai, there's no logic in keeping your phone.”

Arjun stared at her suspiciously.

Arjun: “Oh. Itna logic lagane ka dimag hai tumhare paas?”

She rolled her eyes and pushed the phone into his chest.

Tina: “Ha ha. Very funny Arjun. I didnt know ki tumhari ye akdu si body mein koi funny bone bhi hai.”

Arjun smiled at their banter.

Tina: “Anyways, i should go now.”

She started moving towards the door with Arjun right behind her. She stops and for a moment silence settled between them. Then she turned and looked at him.

Tina: “You really care about her, don’t you?”

Arjun leaned back against the door.

Arjun: “Kisi ko toh karni thi. Jitna kuch bhi hua Heer ke saath. Jitna usne suffer kiya hai. Aur Heer toh hai aisi, jo sabki care karti hai, humesha sabke acche bure time mein unka support karti hai, uski care koi kaise na kare?”

Tina looked down quietly. Guilt flickered across her face.

Arjun: “Ab toh tum.. wo insaan jisne khud uski life mein problems create ki..wo bhi believe karne lagi hai ki Heer ye sab deserve nahi karti thi.”

Tina (awkwardly): “Mujhe aur guilty feel karane ki koi zarurat nahi hai.”

Arjun: “Main toh bas wahi bol raha hoon jo mene observe kiya hai”

Tina looked at him carefully.

Tina (voice cracking): “Tumhe pata hai na… agar Heer ko kuch ho jata na…I would’ve never forgiven myself.”

Arjun (softly): “Heer ne tumhe maaf kar diya hota Tina.”

Tina looked away quickly before emotions became too obvious.

Tina: “Accha bas. No need to get too emotional with me.”

Arjun (smirked slightly): “Tum bhi insaan banti ja rahi ho dheere dheere.”

Tina: “Oh shut up, Arjun.”

Both of them smiled looking at each other. A little hope of friendship shined between the two most unexpected people.

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Over the next few days, it happened so naturally that Heer didn’t even realise when she stopped expecting Nawab to leave.

Every morning, he would appear outside her cottage with something new.

Sometimes chai, sometimes breakfast. And sometimes just him and his nautanki

Heer stared at the blackened toast in Nawab's hand.

Heer: “Ye kya hai?”

Nawab placed a hand dramatically over his chest.

Nawab: “Mera pyaar.”

Heer: “Jala hua hai.”

Nawab: “Oof Heer… itni subah subah mere emotions ki insult mat karo.”

Heer shook her head at his drama while hiding her smile.

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Somehow, he had also developed a habit of stealing her bag every single time they walked toward the bus stop.

Heer: “Nawab. Bag do mera.”

Nawab: “Bag nahi… thela hai ye, Ms. thelawati. Oh sorry.. Mrs. Thelawati. Aur itna bhaari kyun hai yaar ye? Apna gussa bhi issi mein bhar liya hai kya?”

Heer glared at him, pretending her heart didn't flutter at that old nickname.

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The orphanage children had adopted him completely too.

By the third day, “Nawab bhaiya” had fully transformed into…”Nawab Jijuuuu!”

The first time it happened, Heer almost choked on water.

Heer: “Nawab! Tumne sikhaya hai na ye sab inhe.”

Nawab immediately raised both his hands in defence.

One little girl frowned seriously.

Little girl: “Par aap humari Heer didi ke husband ho na… toh aap humare jiju hue.”

Before Heer could respond….

Nawab: (nodding calmly): “Correct. Logic toh hai tumhari baat mein.”

Heer immediately threw a cushion at him. The kids burst out laughing while Nawab caught it with the most shameless grin imaginable.

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Evenings slowly became noisier too.

Heer would sit with the children helping them study only to find Nawab next to her already making himself comfortable there too.

Most of the time he barely helped. He just distracted everyone.

Nawab: “2 plus 2 kitna hota hai?”

Kids (answering together): “4!”

Nawab: “Wrong.”

The children gasped dramatically and complained to Heer.

Kids: “Heer didi!”

Heer (glaring at him): “Nawab!”

Nawab: “What? Test kar raha tha bas ki tum sahi se padhati bhi ho ya nahi inhe.”

The children adored him. And Heer hated how warm her chest felt watching it.

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At night, after everyone slept, the aunties would often sit with Nawab near the kitchen. He would ask them about Heer. They told him how she arrived at the orphanage, trembling despite pretending to stay strong. How she woke up crying during the first few nights. How she apologised constantly for “being a burden.” How she sat outside her cottage every evening silently staring at the at the hills.

Nawab realised how difficult it must have been for her. Leaving everything behind, her mother, Preeti, even herself. But still, how necessary this was… this change of place.

And slowly…something inside Nawab changed too. He stopped thinking only about getting her back. And started thinking about becoming someone safe enough for her to return to.

Meanwhile Heer quietly watched him make space for himself in her world. Watched him remember every child’s name. Watched him sit beside the aunties cutting vegetables badly while getting scolded. Watched him let children climb all over him during movie nights without complaining once.

Watched him become everything she once wished he could be. And somehow…that scared her more than anything else.

Because this…this was the exact kind of happiness she had spent weeks teaching herself not to want anymore.

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One evening, the weather had turned restless again. The windows rattled every few minutes, making some of the younger children jump nervously.

And then…the lights went out. The entire orphanage fell into darkness. The children started screaming dramatically, running around.

Kid: “Buzo bhaiya bhoot!”

Buzo: “BHOOT?? KAHAN?”

A loud thud followed instantly.

Koyal (laughing): “Furniture toh dikh nahi raha tumhe, bhoot kahan se dikhega.”

The children giggled.

Lanterns were brought out quickly while Kirrat Aunty lit candles around the hall. Their warm glow softened the darkness immediately.

Preeti Aunty clapped suddenly.

Preeti Aunty: “Idea! Light aane tak campfire karte hain!”

The children got excited. Within minutes, the orphanage courtyard transformed completely.

A small campfire crackled warmly under the covered open shed while lanterns hung around them. The children sat wrapped in blankets. Koyal and Buzo argued over who cheated more in games. The aunties brought pakoras and chai. And for the first time in a very long time…Heer sat among people without feeling alone.

She sat quietly near one side of the fire, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders, watching the flames dance softly.

Then her eyes lifted. Nawab sat opposite her. Already looking at her. He smiled softly and her heartbeat stumbled annoyingly.

“DUMB CHARADES KHELTE HAI!” one of the kids screamed suddenly. Chaos began immediately. Buzo stood up first with unnecessary confidence.

Buzo: “Ab dekhna asli acting.”

Koyal: “Haan bas wahi toh aata hai tumhe karne.”

The children giggled. Movie after movie continued. Terrible acting, terrible guessing and even worse cheating.

At one point Buzo dramatically spread his arms wide open while looking towards the sky. Everyone stared blankly.

Koya: “Upar kya dekh rahe ho?”

Before anyone else could answer..

Nawab (casually): “Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.”

Buzo (pointing aggressively): “YES! Mein jaanta mera bhai guess karlega”

Koyal (frowning): “ Ye toh cheating hai. Itna jaldi kaise guess kar liya tumne?”

Nawab: “Srk fan hoon yaar. Aur waise bhi buzo aur mein ek dusre ki baat bina bole asaani se samajh jaate hai”

Nawab and Buzo hi-fived each other while Koyal looked at them annoyed.

The games continued. One of the little girls eventually dragged Heer into the next round forcefully.

Little girl: “Ab Heer didi ki baari.”

Heer: “Nahi please, mujhe nahi…”

“Heer didi please!!” The kids shouted together making cute puppy dog eyes towards Heer.

Heer (pointing towards nawab): “Iske saath reh reh ke tum sab bhi nautanki karna seekh gaye ho.”

Nawab: “Wow. Matlab har chiz mein meri hi galti hai”

Heer: “Haan.”

Everyone laughed watching them argue like kids.

The movie title was whispered into her ear. The second Heer heard it, she froze for half a second. Then glared at the child.

Heer: “Tum log jaan ke ye shaitaaniyan kar rahe ho na.”

Koyal (narrowing her eyes): “Kya movie hai bhai?”

Heer stood up reluctantly near the fire while everyone waited dramatically.

She pointed toward herself first. Then toward Nawab. Then back toward herself again.

Nawab leaned forward immediately, mischief visible in his eyes…

Nawab: “Biwi No.1.”

The entire courtyard exploded in giggles.

Heer (in disbelief): "NAWAAB!"

Nawab (defending himself): “What? Jo tumne act kiya ussi pe guess kiya mene.”

Heer grabbed a cushion and threw it straight at Nawab’s face. He caught it laughing.

Nawab: “Accha okay, ek try aur.”

She glared harder and repeated the gestures impatiently. Me. You. Together.

Nawab (pretended to think deeply): “Mujhse Shaadi Karogi?”

Koyal (laughing): “Isko har jagah shaadi ka hi khayal aata hai!”

“Wrong!” the kids yelled together.

Heer (covering her face): “Bhagwan…”

She tried again. This time making a heart shape dramatically between them.

Nawab (gasping loudly): “Hume Tumse Pyaar Kitna.”

The aunties also started laughing now.

Buzo: “Bhai thoda control kar bacche hai aas paas.”

Nawab pointed at Heer seriously.

Nawab: “Meri koi galti nahi hai ismein.. ye clues hi aise de rahi hai.”

Heer stared at him completely done with life.

Heer: “Tum jaan bujh ke kar rahe ho na. Abhi Buzo ke time toh itna jaldi guess kar liya tha.”

Nawab: “Arreyy mein seriously guess kar raha hoon.”

Heer: “Jhooth.”

He placed a hand dramatically on his chest.

Nawab: “Trust karo thoda mujhpe. Karlunga mein guess. Ek chance aur..is baar pakka”

The kids had fully forgotten about the game at this point just enjoying Nawab irritating Heer. The aunties looked at them adoringly.

Heer inhaled deeply like she was preparing for war. Then she pointed toward herself. Then toward Nawab. Then linked her fingers together carefully.

This time Nawab went quiet for a second. Actually looking at her properly. The firelight flickered softly across both their faces while rain sounds deepened around them. Then finally..very softly..he smiled.

Nawab: “Hum Tum.”

“YESSSSS!” the children screamed.

The children kept cheering loudly while Heer stood frozen near the fire. Nawab kept looking at her with that soft stupid smile that made her heartbeat lose all common sense…like the answer meant something much bigger than a movie title.

And somehow…Heer didn't want to look away first.

She finally snapped out of whatever trance she had fallen into and grabbed another cushion. Nawab caught this one too.

Heer: “Bas hogaya. Game khatam.”

Nawab: “Ye baat baat pe violent kyun hojaati ho tum“

Heer glared at him.

Nawab (playfully): “Dekho abhi bhi kaise ghoor rahi jaise kha hi jaogi. Yahan kaafi witness hai Heer mujhe kuch hua toh tum dekh lena”

Heer (annoyed): “Tum jaan booch ke irritate kar rahe na mujhe..:

The aunties laughed at their childish fight. This version of Heer was new to everyone, the version only somehow came out when she was with Nawab.. Even Heer had almost forgotten this side of her.

One of the kids suddenly pointed toward the speaker. “Dance karte hai!” The children jumped up immediately while Bollywood songs played through the slightly broken speaker.

Koyal got dragged first. Then Buzo. Who danced so badly that nobody could stop their laugh. Even Heer was laughing. Properly laughing. And Nawab…Nawab looked at her like someone had returned air to his lungs.

Heer sat down near the fire shaking her head helplessly while smiling into her shawl. Nawab sat down beside her. Too close. For a moment neither of them spoke. They simply watched everyone else laughing around the fire.

And slowly…the high of the evening settled into something quieter… softer.

One of the aunties suddenly started singing an old songs while the children swayed around the fire dramatically pretending to perform.

Nawab glanced sideways at Heer. She was smiling. And that alone almost ruined him completely. Because he realised how badly he simply missed seeing her happy.

A loud crack of thunder echoed. And almost immediately…rain started pouring heavily.

Everyone screamed together. “ANDAR CHALOOO!”

The children ran first. Buzo grabbed plates of pakoras dramatically like they were his priced possessions. Koyal tried saving cushions while yelling at everyone uselessly. The aunties hurried inside laughing.

Within seconds the courtyard emptied. Except..Heer and Nawab.

Heer had barely got up to leave when fingers wrapped gently around her wrist. She stopped.

Rain poured heavily around them now. The laughter from inside sounded distant. Like the world had stepped away from them for a moment.

Water dripped slowly from Heer’s hair as she looked at him.

Nawab stepped closer unconsciously. His fingers loosened around her wrist slowly until his hand slipped into hers instead. Heer looked at their hands and then back at him.

Water dripped slowly down his face. His hair fell messily over his forehead. And his eyes..his eyes looked at her like he was trying to engrave everything about this moment in his brain forever.

Then slowly, very slowly…he let her hand go. Like he was giving her the choice.

All Heer could hear was her own heartbeat while Nawab stood impossibly close in front of her. Heer could feel herself breaking…all the walls she had built inside herself felt unbearably weak now.

And before she could overthink herself out of it…she grabbed his hand.

Heer (muttering softly): “Andar chalo…Bimar hojayenge hum...”

Nawab smiled instantly. That soft helpless smile that looked entirely too happy over something so small. And Heer hated the warmth blooming inside her chest because of it. She dragged him inside quickly.

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Everyone went to sleep immediately after changing into dry clothes.

Nawab sat near the window inside the cottage, watching rain hit the glass.

Heer walked towards him and handed him a towel silently. Nawab thanked her.

He rubbed his wet hair slowly while Heer stood beside him looking outside.

The hills had disappeared completely beneath fog and rain now. Cold wind rattled the windows. But inside..it felt warm.

For a long time neither of them spoke. And strangely…the silence didn't feel heavy.

Finally Nawab looked at her.

Nawab: “Tumne jo yahan pe apni choti si duniya banayi hai.. mein usse bigadne nahi aaya hoon Heer.”

Her fingers tightened slightly around her shawl. His voice stayed quiet.

Nawab: “bas usmein thodi si jagah maangne aaya hoon.”

Heer looked down silently. And even though she wasn't ready to accept it..yet..but somewhere in her heart she knew that she wanted the same thing…

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Continued in another post... Part B

Guys... why do i feel like heer won't be the juliet in the drama initially??? I mean she is the teacher's assistant. Why would she be the part of the drama?? Simran will be casted as juliet and heer will feel sad seeing them together and then maybe at the end something might happen that heer would have to take simran's place.

I am not trying to be negative at all. I knew it would be like this. Just preparing everyone else too for seeing simran getting casted as juliet initially taaki koi disappointment na ho.

That badge of romeo juliet on heer and nawab is for that promotion part i guess.

I watched yesterday's ep finally and there is only way left for this to go forward. We know there is no arjun and heer wedding happening and all, heer and nawab will get back together. Simran is being prepped for the new villian in the story.

But we might want to have nawab investigate everything and find out and whatever but that ain't happening. He might figure it out but he has let go of heer. And heer cannot reach back to him anymore because of everything surrounding her.

So, as much as i hate it arjun will become the good guy, salman khan from kuch kuch hota hai, and he will realise that heer doesn't really love him and all and he will let her go, break off the engagement, because that way he will get to still remain her friend. And it will change him back into positive light.

Heer and nawab they both have sacrificed their love and it's literally all in arjun's hand.

And meri ye halat hogayi hai ki i don't care. Arjun become the better person or whatever you want to be, meri nazar mein redemption ke chances kam hai ab but just get them back together. I cried so much today. I can't 😭😭😭 nahi horaha mujhse. Bas koi bhi inko saath kardo. Pls.

P.s. i also think it will be neelu who finds out about ajit and gulaab's plan. Idk. But aisi vibes aarahi aajkal neelu ke itne screen time se.

I don't know if it is just me, could be. I saw yesterday's ep rn because jiostar uploaded it at 3 AM!!! GOD.

anyways, maybe because i had already read everyone's reviews and was already kind of mentally prepared or i already have been feeling everything that this ep made me feel.

Arjun- still irritating. He didn't even have that much screen time but that whole i won't get in the car till heer answers my questions. He is getting on my last nerve now.

Itne bricks pade iske sir pe agar iski akal thik nahi hui na toh 2-3 mene phek dene hai.

His mother - another gulaab in the making. Blaming heer for everything that happens with her son. Who asked your son to go sit at the edge?? Heer? Scholarship student hai na wo? Dimag nahi hai uske andar ki edge pe nahi betha jaata hai? Under construction building ke??

Simran - i mean we already have been getting the vibes from her that she is gearing up for being the new tina. I don't care about her intentions till nawab isn't showing any type of interest in her.

(Also, so nawab wasn't going to meet simran, she sees him at the hospital isliye they end up at the park)

Gulaab and ajit. I have no words.

Nawab - i still feel he isn't fully convinced that heer didn't say any of it. The conversation with gulaab was weird though like it felt off, but the way he asked heer his blood group and injuries, he knows she loves him. And the way he asked her to say she loves arjun and she couldn't. I don't know. I know he probably will try and fix what happened with arjun and his mother out of guilt and also because he felt bad that heer got blamed. Mujhe lagta hai zyada hi umeed na laga loon nawab ke character se aur like every man ever, end up being disappointed.

Heer - i already knew from the clips that it's going to be unbearable seeing her so in guilt. Everyone is blaming her, she is also blaming herself. Heer bbg we are tired for you. Mein toh nahi jhel paati itna.

But neelu - the way she doubted ajit, and when he said 3 lives will be ruined. And the whole inner dialogue thing where she questions why he said that. Will she find out about gulaab's involvement and ajit and her plan?? The scene where she stands upto gulaab during pammi's wedding?? If she is going to do something i guess this is the time.

ig because i had already made peace with how the ep was going to be it didn't affect me that much, or maybe there wasn't anything like that in the ep that gave me alot of frustration other than heer being slapped and her being blamed for everything.

P.s. arjun ki jo ring giri thi uska kya hua?? Heer ki ring pe goli lag gayi, arjun ki ring building ke saath deh gayi. Inlog ko kuch apshagun type feeling nahi aarahi??

Ye inka ek male character thik hota hai toh dusra kyun gussa dilane lagta hai???

Arjun toh waise pehle se hi gussa dilata hai mujhe but abhi kuch din shaant tha, gayab hi tha actually. toh uss time inhone nawab ko aisa dikha diya ki gussa aagaya.

Mujhe nawab pe gussa karna accha nahi lagta. Ye aise feelings fiction character ke liye normal hai?? But god i couldn't help but be angry at nawab's actions. And kal ke ep mein even though wo thoda bohot purane nawab jaisa tha but i cannot forget uska beech mein bhatakna, simran ke peeche bhagna, that swing 🤢, and being unnecessarily rude to heer. Bohot personally liya hai mene ye dhoka nahi bhula ja raha.

And now that nawab is back to being himself a little ye arjun pagal hogaya. Kud raha hai cpu se. Godddd!!! Arjun pe thoda zyada gussa nikalta hai kyunki wo nawab nahi hai na. 🙅‍♀️

But ye female characters toh aise hi villian bani padi hai show mein, asli gussa toh saare male characters dila rahe.

Also, Ye kaisi relationship hai iss show ke saath??? Itne din barbaad eps diye inlog ne toh ekdum mann kharab hogaya, aur wo bhi itna ki mene ep bhi nahi dekha ek din, kuch din background mein chalaya. Aur fir aaj ek better ep diya inlog ne toh usse 2 baar dekh liya.

But still hopes ekdum mid pe rakhni hai. Disappointment nahi jhela ja sakta mujhse ab.

I am most probably the most hopeful person that i know of and not at all in a good way. It hasn't done alot of good to me. But I cannot give up even on that 1% hope for the life of me.

But because i have been feeling so down with the current ep i just want to tell you all also that watch the eps because you want to and because of whatever reason you like the show, be it razmeet, heer nawab, anything that you still like. We all started watching this show because we liked it, it used to bring excitement, even the crashouts, anything that it made us feel, basically it became an interesting part of our lives and we cannot let their mistakes take that away from us.

Their story alone didn't make the show what it is, it is 50% razmeet's chemistry 40% the us the audience and maybe 10% their story.

We have a part in making this show so loved, because we are the ones who love it. It feels like our own show and i refuse to let the makers ruin it for me with whatever they are doing rn. Their lack of execution, confusion over plot and whatever they are thinking of turning this into is not our fault so are we the one's suffering???

I know itv has always had shows go through such phases, where the audience starts losing interest and then they do something about it and pull them back in and for the first time i really hope this is the case. I don't know what they are figuring out, changing, but they better do it fast and well. Because i refuse to lose something just because they are bad at their making their own shoe run well.

The show wouldn't have been so big if we didn't love it so much, invested in it so much. We treat it like our own show. Look at the edits, the fanfictions, the content on ever social media be it insta, X and this sub!!! We have made a whole community out of their show.

And i am not saying that we should live in delusion that everything will get better eventually and all. Please say everything that you are feeling and point out everything that you don't like. We as the audience have that right. We literally made them change the whole plot line and thank god we did but i guess their ideas were all just bad so they just jumped over to the next bad one. And honestly, i actually like our crashouts, i love nitpicking everything i consume from shows, movies, books and like the fact that their are more people that like to do the same.

I guess whatever comfort i might be trying to give through this post won't translate that well when i feel so down myself but i have always been a believer in everything can be fixed, especially stories because they never have a final ending, it's always ongoing and just like life if things get bad it can be turned around and it can get better. And atp i am praying that it reaches the writers and they do something about fixing it.

If 90% of me is feeling low, that 10% hope is enough for me to believe that maybe it will be okay, we have to just get through this and it will get better. And i am trying to give you guys a share of this 10%.

This sub has been feeling so low since 2-3 days and i genuinely feel so sad because i literally feel like this is a family and i know how much each one of us wants everything to just get better so we can enjoy it like we used to. But rn maybe watch however you are able to clips mein, forward karke jaise bhi, and we will get through this. We survived the whole gulaab phase. I believe in us that we can survive this. (I say this as i am mentally cursing nawab as if he is cheating on me, but that is not our nawab)

I am sorry for a very long post that might not be very helpful also because of the eps and the bts and all. But it will be alright, we can try and get through this plus hope and pray that by some miracle they fix this.

To the makers: just listen to the audience, the plot isn't even the problem, the execution is, it always has been. Just try to stop making nawab behave the way you guys are and we will be able to bear the eps better.

about the audience not liking abhi wala. Because all that buzo and nawab talk did seem like it was being addressed to the audience. Especially nawab's line about her just being a friend which someone already pointed out in a post but also the usage of the word 'haq' by nawab multiple times while talking to heer.

He kept saying she has no haq on him, no rights since the day she signed the papers and all. But he literally said it like 4-5 times. And all of us having been talking about how we want heer asserting her haq on nawab and acting jealous.

So, they see us, they hear everything we are saying and choose to ignore it. Good to know. Atleast humari awaaz pohoch toh rahi

I know with all this laal saari and arjun, it is so frustrating watching those scenes but i would like to point out some scenes that gave me some good vibes, and thodi bohot hope for heewab from yesterday's ep.

1. The way nawab saved heer from gulaab in that room scene. (He shouldn’t have said get out tho)

2. The J locket. And how he picked it up afterwards from the dustbin.

3. That spark!!! And then remembering their first meet. And then asking each other kuch hua tumhe?

4. Nawab's heart palpitations after seeing heer and arjun.

5. Heer's expression when that girl complimented nawab and he complimented her.

6. Their dance ofcourse.

7. Also them looking at each other everytime they would do anything with someone else, like nawab looked at heer after he clicked that girls photo just to check if she was looking.

8. The way they both kept shielding each other from that guy and the whole tumhe kuch hogaya toh and aur agar tumhe kuch hogaya toh moment.

And how the first thing he did was run to heer to ask if she is okay.

9. The way nawab looked so sad when arjun hugged heer (yes he did, i rewinded and saw heer didn't hug him back)

10. His expression when he heard about the engagement.

11. The best one, the engagement ring breaking!!!!

So yeah, i don't what the writers have in plan but ye sab dikhane ke baad i cannot believe that nawab can move on from heer. No matter how much she pushes him away he isn't moving on. And neither is heer. Her walls are going to break seeing him with someone else. And the moment she takes a step towards him, nawab will be already there waiting for her.

Bas, thoda hope dhundne ki koshish kar rahi.

I have a genuine question. I literally did like a research type check on comments on every social media platform Twitter, insta, even yt and yahan toh we know. Nobody is liking this heer arjun things, the new laal saari person, even the trp isn't that great. So who are they trying to cater to? At some points i used to think they are catering to like typical kalesh itv watching audience especially during whole gulaab thing but now with these love triangles they are obviously catering to younger crowd, but the way it is being handled nobody is liking it, so then why? Mujhe iske peeche ka thought process hi nahi samajh aaraha.

Guys i know ep dekhke the crashouts are very very valid. Mere khud ke horahe. And its even better ki yahan aake humsab express kar rahe apne disappoinments about the eps. Atleast discussions horahe, we all get each other.

But all this i am going to stop watching the show, we need to stop watching the show, the show is ruined, heewab is ruined and all. Listen, sab kuch achanak se thik nahi hoga. We need to have patience. And it is going to be a very very sad, frustrating ride.

And everyone should express all their opinions and reviews about the episodes and all but don't be disheartened too much with everything right now.

Heer and Nawab are endgame. There will also be a reconciliation but uske pehle it is alot of suffering.

I know they are adding very unnecessary elements and scenes but if they even have 2% of sense in them they won't ruin their main element which is heer and nawab and specifically nawab's junooniyat.

Baaki ek dusre ko support deke badh jaayenge aage guys. We can get through this. We survived gulaab and all her antics. We needed CPU back atleast we have that.

Maybe it is only me, but mein jitna bhi show ko gariya loon, disappoint ho loon, kabhi kabhi ep dekhna delay bhi kardeti hoon taaki din bhar mood na kharab na ho but i can't leave it altogether because i am too attached to heer and nawab's story and agar 1% bhi hope hai toh mein bhi hoon yahan.

But if anyone feels that this track is affecting them alot mentally, take a break or whatever you feel is better for you. The sub is always here for everyone.

This might be a little long. But honestly, we were robbed of more nawab waiting outside heer's house. I wrote this for myself first because i could not stop thinking of what all could have happened in those days but i wanted to share it with you guys too.

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The first day didn’t feel like distance.

It felt like a mistake.

Heer broke Nawab’s heart yesterday and hers as well. And even if it was the right thing to do, for Nawab, for his career, his life, why did it still feel like the biggest mistake of her life.

Heer had stepped onto the balcony with a glass of water, still half-asleep, hair loose, mind not ready for the world and then she saw him.

Standing right outside her house.

Like he belonged there.Like nothing had changed.

Her fingers tightened around the glass. “Nawab?”

He looked up immediately. Of course he did. Like he’d been waiting for that exact second.

“Good morning,” he said, like this was normal. Like her heart hadn’t just dropped to her stomach.

“Yahan kya kar rahe ho?” her voice came out sharper than she intended. “Tumhe samajh nahi aaya tha kal maine kya kaha?”

“Sab samajh aaya tha,” he nodded, almost casually.

“Phir jao.”

“Nahi.”

The word landed between them - simple, steady, stubborn.

Heer blinked. “Kya matlab ‘nahi’?”

“Matlab…” he shifted slightly, hands sliding into his pockets, gaze never leaving her, “main roz aaunga. Jab tak tum khud neeche aake mujhse baat nahi karti.”

Her chest tightened. “Tum pagal ho gaye ho?”

“Aur tum?” he tilted his head slightly, softer now. “Tumne kaha na… alag hote hai, time dete hai, dekhte hain feelings same rehti hai ya nahi. Toh main dekh raha hoon.”

Something flickered between them—something fragile, something dangerous.

“Nawab…”

“Main yahin rahunga, Heer.”

And just like that, the first day of distance… turned into the first day of waiting.

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It became a habit faster than she expected. Or maybe… she had always known it would.

The next day, she told herself she wouldn’t go to the balcony. She lasted ten minutes.

When she stepped out, he was already there. Leaning against his bike, head tilted slightly upward, like the sky itself might give him answers.

He didn’t wave. Didn’t call out. Just looked. And somehow, that was worse.

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Some days were near disasters.

One afternoon, her taiji’s voice echoed from inside, “Heer! Neeche aa zara!”

Heer’s stomach dropped instantly. Nawab looked up, instantly alert.

“Jaao,” he mouthed.

But footsteps were already approaching the balcony door.

Nawab didn’t even think. He slipped behind the parked car near the gate, crouching like some dramatic fugitive.

Her taiji stepped out, eyes scanning lazily. “Kya kar rahi thi?”

“Kuch nahi taiji… wo kapde.. kapde sukhne daalne aayi thi,” Heer said too quickly, blocking the railing with her body like it was a crime scene.

Below, Nawab was pressed awkwardly against the car tire, trying not to move.

A stray dog walked up to him. Started sniffing. And then decided he was interesting enough to lick.

Heer saw it from the corner of her eyes and a laugh slipped through.

”Achanak se hass kyun rahi?” Her taiji asked suspeciously trying to look over her shoulder.

Heer quickly blocked her view again, “Kuch nahi taiji, bas wo gadhe aur kutte ki dosti hote hue dekh li thi, ussi pe hassi aagayi.”

”Hain? Tera dimag toh thik hai na? Kaisi behki behki baatein kar rahi. Chal ja apni ma ki madad kar. Time pass kar rahi yahan.”

Soft. Unguarded. Real.

Nawab looked up at the sound of her laughter. And just… froze.

Because there it was.

Her laugh. After days of silence and tears. And more because he’d made her laugh.

In that ridiculous moment, hiding under a car, getting attacked by a dog, he smiled like he’d just won something he thought he’d lost.

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But not all days were light. Some days… hurt.

On the seventh day, she didn’t come out at all. Not once.

The balcony stayed empty. Curtains drawn. Silence heavy.

Nawab waited anyway. Longer than usual. Long enough for hope to start feeling foolish.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

“Kahan ho Heer, bas ke baar tumhe dekhna hai” he muttered under his breath.

And for the first time, he left early.

Two minutes later, the balcony door slid open. Heer stepped out, breath uneven.

Her eyes searched the street. Empty. Her grip tightened on the railing. Something inside her twisted.

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One evening, a group of boys approached a waiting Nawab, who was staring at Heer like it was his favourite view.

“Bhaiya! Cricket kheloge?”

Heer rolled her eyes from above. “Haan haan, kyun nahi? Jab saara time yahan khade rehna hai toh cricket practice bhi yahin kara lo apne bhaiya se”

Her tone was sharp but her fingers were gripping the railing.

Nawab smirked, picking up the bat one of the kids handed him.

“Kisi ladki ko wada kiya tha,” he said loudly enough for her to hear, glancing up, “ki apne dam pe select hoke dikhaunga.”

Heer’s chest tightened.

He played anyway. Loose t-shirt, messy hair, effortless shots, kids cheering around him.

And her? Watching from behind the curtain now. Quiet. Hidden.

Nawab kept looking up just to see if she was watching him.

That night, he climbed the balcony. Careful and quiet.

The balcony railing creaked slightly as he pulled himself up.

Heer was sitting on the chair, eyes closed, face calm but also sad.

He paused. Smiled a little.

“Soyee ho?” he whispered. No response.

He stepped closer, voice softer now, like it was just for her.

“Main roz subah practice pe ja raha hoon, Heer… sach mein.”

Silence.

“Cricket aur tum… bas do hi cheezein hain meri life mein,” he exhaled quietly. “Practice ke baad… aur kahan jaaun?”

A pause.

“Tumhare paas hi aaunga na.”

Her fingers curled slightly against the armrest.

“Better ho raha hoon… tumhare liye.”

She didn’t open her eyes. But she she heard him. Every word.

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The rain didn’t stop him either. Of course it didn’t.

He stood there, drenched, shirt clinging, hair dripping, unmoving, like some tragic hero who refused to give up.

Heer watched from above/

Minutes passed. Then hours. Her frustration snapped first.

“Gadha kahin ka,” she muttered under her breath.

And then grabbed an umbrella and ran downstairs.

The door swung open with a sharp sound.

Nawab looked up, startled, unsure if this was a dream or reality.

Heer stood in front of him, holding an umbrella over both of them. Close.Too close.

The rain softened between them under the small circle of shelter.

“Dimag kharab ho gaya hai tumhara? Beemar hojaoge Nawab” she snapped, but her voice trembled.

“Tum aa gayi,” he said quietly.

That was it. That one line and suddenly the air felt heavier.

Her hand tightened around the umbrella handle.

His fingers brushed hers just slightly. A spark. Dangerous like a memory waiting to happen.

“Ghar jao, Nawab,” she whispered, not moving.

“Wahin toh hoon”

She looked up at him then. Really looked.

Rain sliding down his face, eyes steady only for her.

For a second… everything almost broke.

“Heer!” her mother’s voice cut through.

She stepped back like she’d been burned. Turned and ran inside.

And Nawab? He stood there a long after she was gone.

Under the rain. Without the umbrella now.

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Some mornings felt softer.

He’d fallen asleep outside one night.

Water droplets fell from freshly washed clothes. Straight onto his face, he stirred, blinking awake.

He looked up and… There she was, Sunlight hitting her just right, dupatta slipping slightly, hair damp. Glowing.

For a second, he forgot how to breathe.

“Subah ho gayi?” he mumbled.

She stared at him. Half annoyed. Half something else.

“Tum… yahin soye the?”

He grinned lazily. “Good morning.”

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Another day, jealousy came quietly but oh, that one burned.

A couple of girls had stopped near him one evening

“Hi…” one of them smiled. “Roz yahin khade rehte ho?”

Nawab gave a polite smile.

Heer leaned forward instantly before she could stop herself. Too interested.

“Girlfriend ka wait?” the other teased.

Nawab didn’t answer immediately. He glanced up. Straight at Heer and then back at them.

“Something like that.”

Heer’s grip on the railing tightened.

The girls giggled, lingered longer than necessary.

He didn’t shoo them away.

Didn’t look up again.

And Heer? Storm. Absolute storm.

Something ugly and unfamiliar settled in her chest.

That night, she came out.

He wasn’t there for the first time.

The street felt… wrong. Too Empty. Too quiet.

Her chest tightened.

“Nawab?” she whispered, like he’d just appear.

Nothing.

Her eyes burned.

“Gadha.. ” her voice broke.

And then she cried. Quietly. Finally.

Because distance wasn’t just hurting him. It was eating her alive.

And from the shadows Nawab watched. Hidden.

Heart shattering with every tear she tried to wipe away. Realizing this distance was killing her too.

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The last day. He didn’t show up.

Not in the morning. Not in the evening. Not at night.

Heer came to the balcony again and again.

Looking. Waiting. Nothing.

Her breath grew uneven.

“Kahan ho tum Nawab.. kahin kuch hua toh…” she whispered.

And then before she could panic a hand caught the railing.

He climbed up. She turned and instantly held his has helping him on the balcony.

The moment she saw him, relief hit first. Then anger. Then everything else.

“Tum…”

But he pulled her into a hug before she could finish. Tight. Desperate.

Like he’d been holding it in for a month.

She froze. Then pushed him back.

“Yeh sab band karo, Nawab!” her voice broke. “Please… mujhe mat majboor karo… main aur hurt nahi kar sakti tumhe…”

“Tum mat karo na Heer. Tum khud ko bhi hurt kar rahi, mujhe dikh nahi raha kya. Kiske liye Heer?” he said softly.

”Tumhare liye!”

Her eyes filled. “Main tumhe sirf protect karne ki koshish kar rahi”

“Kis se Heer? Batao mujhe. Mein hoon. Mein sab sambhal lunga, sab thik kardunga, bas tum batao toh mujhe. Kyun dur kar rahi khudse?”

She looked away. Couldn’t say it. Couldn’t tell him about her father.

He held her by the shoulder and pulled her closer making her look in his eyes.

”Batao mujhe Heer please. Mein nahi jee pa raha tumhare bina.”

That broke her. Heer feel on her knees breaking down, tears not stopping.

Nawab immediately knelt in front of her, holding her.

”Heer..Heer.. Please aise mat ro. Mein aise nahi dekh sakta tumhe. Tum please ro mat. Tum jo bologi mein waisa hi karunga. Bas tum ro mat.”

“Please…Nawab.. Thak gayi hoon mein. Ab nahi horaha mujhse. Please mat aao roz, jao khud pe focus karo,” she whispered. “Cricket… tumhara future…tumhari poori life Nawab”

Silence stretched. He nodded. Slowly.

“Karunga. Jaisa tum bologi karunga mein Heer.”

She looked up. Surprised that he gave in so quickly.

“I promise,” he said. “Ab nahi aaunga.”

Her heart dropped.

“Baaki ke din…nahi aaunga. Ab seedha tumhe college mein milunga. Jaisa tum chahti ho waisa banke. ”

He started to walk away. Stopped. Didn't turn.

”Par yaad rakhna Heer, jaisa pyaar mene tumse kiya hai na wo ek mahine mein kya poori zindagi bhar bhi laga doon toh nahi bhula paunga”

Heer couldn't stop the tears running down her face.

”Aaj ja raha hoon sirf tumhare kehne pe. Par mera dil jaanta hai ki ek din tum wapas aaogi mere paas. Humari kahani yahan khatam nahi ho sakti hai Heer.”

And just like that, he kept his word. Days passed. No Nawab.

No eyes waiting outside her house. No silent conversations across distance. Just… absence.

And somewhere far from her, he trained harder. Ran longer. Played like he had something to prove.

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And then one morning, an envelope rested on her balcony railing.

She picked it up and opened it. Her hands trembled.

Ranji Selection Letter.

Her breath hitched.

“Nawab…”

She rushed outside. Looked everywhere. But the street was empty. he was actually gone.

Already chasing the dream he promised her.

Already walking away, not from her but for her.

And just like that… the month ended. Without a confession. Without even a proper goodbye.

Just a promise kept and a love that refused to disappear.