Qarz E Jaan (HUM) #4 - Usama, Nameer, Yumna | DT.N. Pg 136 - Page 86

Originally posted by: Alizba63

There is a very solid reason. Even the big wig producers like kaddu or even writers are now pressurized by hyper social media fan who are online 24/7 to change the story to save their ship. Remember when they made TB trend across the world and shamed and named 7th sky? So that Murstasim doesn't do what Ammar is accused of? They are being hypocrites in my personal opinion.

They do not enjoy story or arc. They do not respect writers or directors. They love bomb so much. It's like they let them know that we took you high and can bring you down also. They think that they made their drama famous so they are owed their ship and romance, story jayey bahar main.

Even if story no longer makes any sense still give us googly eyes.

This was not the case 6-7 years ago. Ab to aisa hi hai. I don't blame anyone. It's just how sm works.

TB Was Written by nooran makhdoom one of the controversial writers whose Mann Mast Malang is airing i remember seeing mein na janoo written by nooran i was shocked to see some controversial scenes where zahid is doing wrong with sanam jung and the first messed up drama from the beginning I've watched is sadqay tumhare my god that drama is too typical and giving ekta kapoor vibes mother against on relationship i had to tolerate that drama for Mahira otherwise it was a dud drama and yes nowadays every show is focus on romance although I like MSM & ATSH i remember i enjoyed the story of zindagi Gulzar hai after i re-watch that drama when I was a kid i didn't understand it btw hum tv was the first one to bring romance and chemistry in every drama best example is Khamoshiyan, Mann O Salwa (Although FL Had Her Journey from being poor to a top actress), tair e lahoti, Ishq ghumshuda, mastana mahi etc.

Originally posted by: anikamathur

Idk why social issue dramas shifted their focus to romance i remember watching the promos of ATSH they promised us to give a toxic hero full on negetive through farhan but they made him as a sweet bubbly guy similar to roshi and instead made sahir a villain

Farhan is going to kidnap her and he is such a happy bubbly friend.

Is this an attempt to build an arc.

What is PTV doing in this day an age? Making enablerss, kidnappers very cute. Lol

It's fine to have shades. Please show a little bit of the dark side beforehand so that it makes sense later when they do things and people don't cry and trend on X

I'm not even watching it as I don't have time for all.

Of course not all TB fans but there were more than enough for them to change.

Fans asked for it. Now these people cannot judge others for asking QeJ writer to change as well.

I'm not saying some TB fans are wrong but they cannot ask others not to do the same thing they did. That's all.

I'm just pointing out both are wrong for trying to h*jack others work. QeJ shouldn't change. It will make no sense after any change.

Originally posted by: Alizba63

Farhan is going to kidnap her and he is such a happy bubbly friend.

Is this an attempt to build an arc.

What is PTV doing in this day an age? Making enablerss, kidnappers very cute. Lol

It's fine to have shades. Please show a little bit of the dark side beforehand so that it makes sense later when they do things and people don't cry and trend on X

I'm not even watching it as I don't have time for all.

I'm watching the drama currently BTW hum TV walo ne 50 shades of grey and 365 days zyada dekh liya

Originally posted by: nightingale1234

Lmfao 😆. What do you expect from such stupid fans?I mean obsessing over the actor is fine but trying to justify a gross character like ammar n wanting him to end up with nashwa because he is eye pleasing is problematic.

Only reason storyline was changed in tere bin be because sponsors were threatening to back out. Kadwani doesn’t care about 500 people on social media. He even said it in an interview afterwards that he loves his haters.

When there is nothing concrete to defend, bring in TB and it's fans

We are getting blamed for something that we weren't even part of..I wasn't here during TB time and I know u don't have Twitter account to participate in trends and as if storyline was changed coz of fans...it all happened due to sponsors...

We can't even say anything...we are given labels for even our opinion...if we post VMs we are labelled as shippers...coz we are yumhaj fans we shouldn't say anything else will get blamed for TB fiasco as if we wrote it or changed it

This is how I imagine Burhan realizing that Nashwa agreed to marry Ammar.

Burhan couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something had shifted. She had changed. The vibrant girl he first noticed on the street, marveling at the birds with wide-eyed wonder, seemed to have vanished. In her place was someone distant, her walls now as impenetrable as iron. He felt the growing gap between them, and it stung—especially now, when he finally felt ready to share his feelings.

What hurt most was seeing who she’d allowed into her space—Ammar. It seemed that wherever Nashwa went, Ammar wasn’t far behind. Burhan could rarely find her without him lingering at her side. But what really stung was how Nashwa didn't flinch when Ammar was near. She didn’t push him away, didn’t shrink back like she did with Burhan. When Ammar appeared, she’d give him a quick glance, but there was no sign of discomfort—no movement to distance herself, unlike the way she always did with him.

His father disagreed. Asim reasoned that Nashwa and Ammar were cousins, and the familiarity between them was only natural since they had grown up together. But that did little to quell Burhan’s frustration. He couldn't help but wish he had been the one to share that time with Nashwa—not Ammar.

Burhan's only solace was that Nashwa wasn't tender with Ammar. Her eyes didn't light up when he was around, and his presence didn’t seem to bring out her laughter.

He had heard rumours of Ammar’s marriage proposal to Nashwa, but Burhan was certain nothing would come of it. Until now. Everyone was gathered at a social event at Beenish’s in-laws' home when Burhan saw them together. It was the little things that caught his attention. Their matching pastel blue outfits—the way Ammar’s sherwani shawl complemented her dupatta perfectly. It had to be a coincidence, Burhan’s heart insisted. But his mind knew better. It recalled Beenish's engagement, where Nashwa and Ammar had twinned in black, and then Beenish's wedding, where they both wore cream with intricate gold details. Occam's razor, Burhan's mind taunted his heart.

Ammar and Nashwa stood with Beenish and some other relatives, deep in conversation with everyone except Ammar. His gaze drifted across the hall, searching for an escape—a chance to smoke and drink without his father’s watchful eye. Nashwa, too, wore a smile, though her thoughts were far from the gathering. She was preoccupied with her case in court the next day when her gaze landed on Ammar’s watch, tugging gently at the sleeve of his sherwani. Without a word, she reached for his wrist and adjusted the clasp, ensuring it sat just right. There was something in the way Nashwa moved that caught Burhan off guard—soft, delicate, yet purposeful. The girl who wouldn't let Burhan wipe a tear from her cheek had been replaced by a woman who seemed already spoken for.

Burhan couldn’t breathe. Nashwa had said yes to Ammar. She had said yes to that Ammar—the one whose wickedness often left a sour taste on her lips. The Ammar who grabbed her wrist and yanked her dupatta like a brute. The Ammar who mocked her without mercy. She had said yes to him.

Originally posted by: Baarish_Sim

This is how I imagine Burhan realizing that Nashwa agreed to marry Ammar.

Burhan couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something had shifted. She had changed. The vibrant girl he first noticed on the street, marveling at the birds with wide-eyed wonder, seemed to have vanished. In her place was someone distant, her walls now as impenetrable as iron. He felt the growing gap between them, and it stung—especially now, when he finally felt ready to share his feelings.

What hurt most was seeing who she’d allowed into her space—Ammar. It seemed that wherever Nashwa went, Ammar wasn’t far behind. Burhan could rarely find her without him lingering at her side. But what really stung was how Nashwa didn't flinch when Ammar was near. She didn’t push him away, didn’t shrink back like she did with Burhan. When Ammar appeared, she’d give him a quick glance, but there was no sign of discomfort—no movement to distance herself, unlike the way she always did with him.

His father disagreed. Asim reasoned that Nashwa and Ammar were cousins, and the familiarity between them was only natural since they had grown up together. But that did little to quell Burhan’s frustration. He couldn't help but wish he had been the one to share that time with Nashwa—not Ammar.

Burhan's only solace was that Nashwa wasn't tender with Ammar. Her eyes didn't light up when he was around, and his presence didn’t seem to bring out her laughter.

He had heard rumours of Ammar’s marriage proposal to Nashwa, but Burhan was certain nothing would come of it. Until now. Everyone was gathered at a social event at Beenish’s in-laws' home when Burhan saw them together. It was the little things that caught his attention. Their matching pastel blue outfits—the way Ammar’s sherwani shawl complemented her dupatta perfectly. It had to be a coincidence, Burhan’s heart insisted. But his mind knew better. It recalled Beenish's engagement, where Nashwa and Ammar had twinned in black, and then Beenish's wedding, where they both wore cream with intricate gold details. Occam's razor, Burhan's mind taunted his heart.

Ammar and Nashwa stood with Beenish and some other relatives, deep in conversation with everyone except Ammar. His gaze drifted across the hall, searching for an escape—a chance to smoke and drink without his father’s watchful eye. Nashwa, too, wore a smile, though her thoughts were far from the gathering. She was preoccupied with her case in court the next day when her gaze landed on Ammar’s watch, tugging gently at the sleeve of his sherwani. Without a word, she reached for his wrist and adjusted the clasp, ensuring it sat just right. There was something in the way Nashwa moved that caught Burhan off guard—soft, delicate, yet purposeful. The girl who wouldn't let Burhan wipe a tear from her cheek had been replaced by a woman who seemed already spoken for.

Burhan couldn’t breathe. Nashwa had said yes to Ammar. She had said yes to that Ammar—the one whose wickedness often left a sour taste on her lips. The Ammar who grabbed her wrist and yanked her dupatta like a brute. The Ammar who mocked her without mercy. She had said yes to him.

Originally posted by: Baarish_Sim

This is how I imagine Burhan realizing that Nashwa agreed to marry Ammar.

Burhan couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something had shifted. She had changed. The vibrant girl he first noticed on the street, marveling at the birds with wide-eyed wonder, seemed to have vanished. In her place was someone distant, her walls now as impenetrable as iron. He felt the growing gap between them, and it stung—especially now, when he finally felt ready to share his feelings.

What hurt most was seeing who she’d allowed into her space—Ammar. It seemed that wherever Nashwa went, Ammar wasn’t far behind. Burhan could rarely find her without him lingering at her side. But what really stung was how Nashwa didn't flinch when Ammar was near. She didn’t push him away, didn’t shrink back like she did with Burhan. When Ammar appeared, she’d give him a quick glance, but there was no sign of discomfort—no movement to distance herself, unlike the way she always did with him.

His father disagreed. Asim reasoned that Nashwa and Ammar were cousins, and the familiarity between them was only natural since they had grown up together. But that did little to quell Burhan’s frustration. He couldn't help but wish he had been the one to share that time with Nashwa—not Ammar.

Burhan's only solace was that Nashwa wasn't tender with Ammar. Her eyes didn't light up when he was around, and his presence didn’t seem to bring out her laughter.

He had heard rumours of Ammar’s marriage proposal to Nashwa, but Burhan was certain nothing would come of it. Until now. Everyone was gathered at a social event at Beenish’s in-laws' home when Burhan saw them together. It was the little things that caught his attention. Their matching pastel blue outfits—the way Ammar’s sherwani shawl complemented her dupatta perfectly. It had to be a coincidence, Burhan’s heart insisted. But his mind knew better. It recalled Beenish's engagement, where Nashwa and Ammar had twinned in black, and then Beenish's wedding, where they both wore cream with intricate gold details. Occam's razor, Burhan's mind taunted his heart.

Ammar and Nashwa stood with Beenish and some other relatives, deep in conversation with everyone except Ammar. His gaze drifted across the hall, searching for an escape—a chance to smoke and drink without his father’s watchful eye. Nashwa, too, wore a smile, though her thoughts were far from the gathering. She was preoccupied with her case in court the next day when her gaze landed on Ammar’s watch, tugging gently at the sleeve of his sherwani. Without a word, she reached for his wrist and adjusted the clasp, ensuring it sat just right. There was something in the way Nashwa moved that caught Burhan off guard—soft, delicate, yet purposeful. The girl who wouldn't let Burhan wipe a tear from her cheek had been replaced by a woman who seemed already spoken for.

Burhan couldn’t breathe. Nashwa had said yes to Ammar. She had said yes to that Ammar—the one whose wickedness often left a sour taste on her lips. The Ammar who grabbed her wrist and yanked her dupatta like a brute. The Ammar who mocked her without mercy. She had said yes to him.

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