r/TUJulietJattDii

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.

Synopsis and Intro

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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Nawab came home in the afternoon. Heer was playing with Champion on the lawn. She was wearing a red and blue salwar kameez. Her dupatta dragged along the ground, and Champion was running after her. Nawab stopped to watch them. Champion noticed him and ran toward him. Nawab took a step back so his dog wouldn’t jump on him, otherwise he would be in trouble.

— You’re here, Heer said, staying where she was.

— Yes.

She gave him a strange look before turning on her heels and going inside. Champion tugged at the bottom of Nawab’s jeans to make him understand they had to follow. Nawab told himself his dog had changed sides.

Heer went straight to their room. She had understood that something was wrong. She recognized the signs. She had seen them so many times with her mother. Should she ask him why he had lied? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She had thought she was crazy for thinking such things while sir had truly had an accident.

Nawab entered, dragging his feet a little. The medication was starting to wear off, and he had made the mistake of getting up too quickly that morning.

— Why did you lie? Heer asked him.

— About what?

— You’re hurt.

Nawab walked past her to go to their wardrobe, but Heer blocked his way.

— Is it serious?

— I’m fine.

— Why did you lie?

— Heer!

— I don’t think I’m crossing any line. I’m your wife. I have the right to know if the man I’m tied to for life is about to make me a widow at such a young age.

Nawab looked at her, half stunned and half surprised. He had thought that for a girl who seemed interested only in her studies, her mother, and her sister, she wouldn’t pay much attention to him. But it seemed he had misunderstood her.

— I promised you I wouldn’t play the perfect wife, but I’m still your wife. We didn’t want this marriage, but we promised to try, didn’t we?

— I know.

— Then even if you don’t tell me the reason, you have to tell me when something happens to you! I don’t like this kind of thing.

Heer started pacing around the room. In her agitation, the letter on her necklace began to heat up. Nawab and Heer both raised their hands to their necks at the same time. Neither of them noticed the detail, but the reaction was there.

— I know how to keep a secret. If you tell me not to say anything, I won’t say anything, but I don’t like all this uncertainty.

— Alright, I understand. Stop pacing back and forth. You’re making me nauseous.

Heer stopped in front of him and looked him straight in the eyes.

— Nawab Brar, there is one thing I absolutely want, and it’s non-negotiable.

— What?

— Respect! I don’t want to live in a relationship where I’m not respected. I saw my mother…

— I’m not your father! I heard the broad outline, but I can guarantee you that before I even thought of it, my mother would kill me.

— I’m not saying you’re my father. I just want to know that you respect me in this relationship. That my opinion can matter when it needs to.

— That’s what I promised you, and I’ll keep my word. Yesterday was special. I didn’t even have time to discuss it with Buzo before he had already spoken to my mother. And you need to understand me too. This is new for me as well. I’m adjusting.

Heer said nothing more and sighed.

— Are you in pain? Do you want help?

— No, I’ll be fine. I’ll manage.

— As you wish, but I’m here if you need me.

Nawab looked at her. Since their marriage, he had never really paid attention to her. Yes, he knew she was there. How could he ignore her? The sound of her bangles echoed in his ears. Her payals let him know whenever she moved. It was impossible to ignore her, but he didn’t look at her; he looked through her.

But today, she appeared with such clarity that he thought he might go blind.

And so came the first day of their new semester.

Heer wore her necklace and her mangalsutra beneath her top. Today, she had on a white and blue kurti, but no sindoor. She had reduced the number of bangles on her wrists and removed her payals. She wanted to remain discreet without losing herself. She had registered under her maiden name, but the name Brar had been added, even if it wouldn’t be said. Secret for secret, they might as well be careful.

After taking her in-laws’ blessings, she found Nawab waiting for her.

— I thought you had left.

— I can’t let you go there alone on the first day.

— Oh. And what will you say if someone asks who I am?

— I won’t answer. Don’t worry, it’s just for today. After that, we’ll see.

— As you wish.

Nawab thought about buying her a scooter. She should be able to drive one without too much trouble. He would discuss it with her later. He told himself he should have thought of it sooner.

During the drive, Heer took her badge out of her bag and put it around her neck. He saw the name on it and, if he was honest with himself, he was disappointed not to see Brar written there. But he was the one who had decided this, so why this reaction?

The ride, as usual, happened in silence. Nawab found a parking spot not too far from the entrance and far enough from prying eyes.

— If you need me, send me a message, Nawab said, handing her an envelope.

— What is this?

— The card for our joint account.

— I told you—

— That’s why it’s joint. You can put some money in it, and I’ll do the same. We’ll use it if needed, like insurance. It’s good to have self-respect, but you also need to be practical.

— Alright.

— Don’t forget.

— What?

— Whatever you need, send me a message.

Heer looked at him and thought that, for someone who wanted their relationship hidden, he was suddenly acting very possessive. Or was she imagining things?

— Alright, but I think I’ll be fine.

— Oh, also.

— Can’t you say everything at once?

— Heer.

— Yes, I’m listening.

— If you run into someone named Karan Singh, ignore him. No confrontation.

— I don’t talk to boys, Heer said in a strange voice.

— That’s not what I meant. I trust you. I’m just warning you that he’s human garbage.

— Noted.

— Have a good day, and good luck.

— You too.

Nawab watched her walk away. What he hadn’t seen was that two people had seen them together. One was telling herself she wanted answers, while the other had already started forming a very twisted plan.

Heer found her cousin near the gate. They hugged, and Simran introduced her to the others. Neha, a very colorful girl, and Heer knew she probably wouldn’t like her much. And Maddy, the famous boy Simran seemed to like. For the first class, they weren’t together, but they would meet up for the rest of the day.

Heer had chosen journalism as an elective. She didn’t really know why, but she thought it could always be useful. She sat beside a quiet girl who seemed withdrawn.

— Hello, I’m Heer.

— Koyal.

— Do you mind if I sit here?

— No, no.

The class passed without much disturbance, just the presentation of the semester’s program. Heer wrote everything down. The bell rang.

— What class do you have next? Heer asked Koyal.

— Economics.

— Me too. Do you want to go together?

— Yes, why not. Friends? Koyal said.

— Of course.

Heer received no “person to avoid” signal, so she told herself this was the first friend she had made.

In reality, Koyal was a real chatterbox. She was quiet in class, which meant she took her studies seriously, not that she was reserved. She held conversations all by herself. She asked questions and answered them too, which made Heer laugh.

— Where are you from?

— A small village not too far from here. And you?

— I’m from here.

Then Koyal resumed her one-sided discussion until they reached class. Simran waved at her. Heer grabbed Koyal’s hand and went to join her cousin.

— Koyal, this is Simran, my cousin. Simran, this is Koyal, my friend.

— Nice to meet you.

— Nice to meet you.

She sat at the front table. Behind them were Simran and Neha, while Maddy was at the back with another boy. Because her head was turned, she didn’t see Nawab enter with his group. But suddenly, there was a wave of commotion, then she felt a shiver run through her and knew.

She looked at her cousin. Simran gave her a smirk, and Heer turned around.

He stood several inches taller than the others. He turned his head in her direction as if he had felt her gaze on him. They stared at each other for a few seconds before she turned away. Koyal, who had witnessed the scene, felt that something was happening right in front of her eyes, but she didn’t know what.

— Nawab Brar, he’s so hot, Neha said.

Simran laughed before leaning closer and whispering in Heer’s ear.

— Here’s a wife watching her husband being devoured by others, and she won’t say anything.

— What do you want me to say? We’re strangers here.

— You’re not jealous?

— He hasn’t done anything, has he?

— Ah, so you’ll react if he does something.

— Oh Simran, leave me alone.

Simran laughed even harder, which made Nawab look in their direction again. He gave Heer a questioning look, but she carefully ignored him.

The professor introduced himself as Mr. Kailash, economics teacher. He explained his program before turning toward Nawab, who was talking to Buzo.

— Mr. Brar, here you are again with the second-years. Be a good example.

— If you want.

— Good. Otherwise, it’s the door.

Nawab straightened and crossed his arms. Heer thought he must still be in pain, but he didn’t show anything. Then she wondered why she was even worrying. A few minutes later, she took out her phone and sent a message.

“Don’t forget your medication.”

“I already took it, Mom.”

“Ahah, very funny.”

She put her phone away and surprised herself by smiling.

The hour passed like that. From time to time, an irritating voice could be heard laughing. The teacher calmed him down, but he started again. It seemed that since it was the first day, the teacher was being patient.

The lunch bell rang, and everyone prepared to head to the cafeteria.

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I leave little notes at the end of the chapters about “destiny” to guide you through the rest of the plot. Sometimes I may have nothing to say, so there won’t be a cryptic sentence.

We’re starting student life now. We may be at the Brar villa, unless I really need it, but 90% of the time we’ll be at CPU, 5% at the Brar villa, and 5% in various places.

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I like this theory and I know maker's hate us all.

Today, Nawab spared absolutely no one 😂😂
We’re used to hearing him call Arjun a mosquito, but today it was the Sandhu family’s turn 😂😂 The funniest part is him saying he’s not going to kill any humans (what a shame 😂😂), while Ajit got his full dose of mosquito repellent 😂😂

My favorite moment was when they were fighting over the bicycle. After Heer finally agreed to ride with him, he tells her: “Thank you, you’re doing me a favor” 😂😂 their world really works upside down.

Then when she grabs his hand, all offended and jealous, she says he doesn’t want the intruder to see that 😂😂 And he replies: “Are you afraid miserable Arjun will go sit on top of a building again?” 😂😂 Terrorist Arjun 😂😂 If only he knew, I think he’d already be preparing round 2 for their fight😂😂

And since when exactly did Gulab become Heer’s best friend? 😂😂

Their whole exchange felt nostalgic. It’s been so long since we last saw them like this. Of course, they were settling scores at the same time too.

He admitted that everything related to her matters to him. And she made him understand that the way he behaves makes her feel like she’s a burden.

The heart has its reasons that reason cannot understand.

He cannot explain himself because he’s still stuck in that roundabout.

And Heer cannot clear things up because she’s still trapped inside a promise that honestly goes beyond my understanding.

As for the episode overall, I’d give it an 8/10. I’m being generous because I turned my critical thinking off today — I genuinely don’t have the strength for it, and besides… it’s Friday 😂😂

What was the necessity for nawab to help heer cheat when he literally said it himself it would be better if she didn't cheat..BRUHHH makers making things up for drama.