#Heeramandi Jewellery

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Just as Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s much-awaited project Heeramandi dropped on Netflix, the internet went gaga over it. From outfits to jewellery, Heeramandi gave us a glimpse at the royal life of the good old Mughal era.

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Keeper of the Moon

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I literally started watching heeramandi yesterday and it's sooooo goood???????? Like the drama is drama-ing!!!?? Its literally soo good. Like while watching it, we have to literally pause in between to discuss what's happening?????! And we have just finished 2 episodes!!!

And the cast is so fucking awesome!!!!! Like all the actors literally soo good?????

And the costumes!!!!!! And jewellery!!!!!!!! Oh My God!!!!! They are fucking awesome!!!!!

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Rangrez

Sita's note: hello everyone I am back with a new series! Please give love and support to this one, all RRR and Heeramandi lovers <3. Thanks to @vijayasena for name recommendation :)

Chapter 1: Kainat

The sun started to meet its horizon, and lights were turned up in the streets of Heeramandi. Pigeons flew away, taking their rounds and the dogs strolled carelessly. Sounds of girls laughing were audible in some houses, and sound of ghungroo in other. It was only hers where the sound of broken mirror was heard.

Kainat met the floor, her hands saving her as much as they can but still not being able to save her now bleeding lips. She wiped it with the back of her hand, and looked back up at her. Rehana. The hatred was evident, not less than the anger on her face. "If you don't say yes to them I will chop you up and feed away your pieces to the stray dogs." That was the last thing she heard from her. Kainat braced and picked herself up from the floor. She sauntered back in, aware of Rehana's sister watching the show as she nursed her child. Even she fell in love and birthed, then why couldn't Kainat? She didn't know, and didn't wish to wonder. All she wanted was to not to be given to the nawab- to wait for her lover who left her. But that was too much to ask for from Rehana.

Kainat sat by the edge of her doorframe, looking at the pink sky. Her cheek and lips throbbed. For Rehana, the nawab wasn't that bad. But Kainat knew what words of actions he told in her ear, sending a chill down her spine. She looked at the bustling street, hoping to see the face of the man she had grown to love, only for him to disappear. Weak. The punishment of her mistrust was going to be a lifetime of slavery. Kainat blinked back the tears, a lump in her throat. His name doesn't last on her lips anymore.

"Oh mohe aavan keh gaye aashiq rang aur beet gayi barso, sakal ban"

The slow hum of her voice didn't reach outside her room, but did settle in her heart as she sat on the bed. Kainat lost herself in Lahore, and her runaway lover was never coming back. She fell back, landing on the mattress, tears streaming down the side of her face. Kainat also heard Mallika cry that night, Rehana doesn't give mercy to anyone in Shahi Mahal.

It was 5 in the evening when Kainat woke up. She has to leave for a trip with the nawab today. "You should be happy for such fate" Rehana muttered as she brushed the locks out of Kainat's hair. "The nawab said he can't wait to use me" the dead pan in Kainat's noise wasn't hiding anymore. "What's wrong with that?" Rehana said the obvious statement and decorated the braid with pieces of jewel. The only light in her life was reflecting off from her jewellery. Nawab promised to take Kainat to Bombay once before permanently keeping her there. "Just a taste of the wind" he said, blowing the smoke of hookah on her moon like face. Kainat inhaled the burning scent, her lungs burning and giving her a reality check. Of what is to come, of what she deserved.

Satto was more than kind to pack Kainat's favourite books, her favourite perfumes, snacks, ghungroo, money and favourite jewelry in a bag for Kainat to keep it close, to remind her of Heeramandi. It was too much for a week's trip, but she felt like she has already started losing herself to the ways of the Nawab. The pink evening turned to black night, just like Kainat's life. Kainat went to light up Rehana's room, one last time, when the sight of a jewelry set caught her eyes. Kainat always wanted it but nothing good comes from Rehana for her. She stood there frozen, her hand holding the diya. She could hear Phatto calling for her in background, saying the nawab is here. Kainat quickly hid the jewelry behind her heavy dupatta, leaving the room with entities.

The ride to the railway station was quiet deafening. All nawab did was boast about his properties and how he will keep her happy, how she will enjoy being used, and it won't matter if she doesn't enjoy it. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, which she didn't bother wiping. They got off on the railway station, but Kainat carried her own bag packed by Satto, with the stolen jewelry in it. They stalled when they entered a room, and Kainat was supposed to wait outside, alone. Apparently Nawab had to meet someone before leaving. From the corner of her eyes, Kainat caught a glimpse of light.

She took a step back, glancing at the wide open gate looking back at her. Inviting, attracting. Her steps moved forward, fastening each time, when she finally stepped foot on the iron floor of the train. A huge sigh of relief left her body, followed by a sob. Finding an empty seat, she sat down, trusting her faith. Kainat didn't know where she was going. A jerk pulled her back to the world, when she accepted leaving Lahore and hopefully her cursed life behind. That easy. Was it always so easy? To escape from the hell called Shahi Mahal and Heeramandi? From her own cousin, Rehana? She could see Nawab's men looking for the runaway woman, but it didn't matter anymore. She has left Lahore behind now.

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Richa Chadha Reveals All the Jewellery in Heeramandi is Real and Worth Crores

Richa Chadha, one of the stars of Sanjay Leela Bhansali's debut series Heeramandi, recently shared some fascinating insights into the show's opulent world. In an interview with Sucharita Tyagi, Chadha disclosed that the jewellery adorning the cast in Heeramandi is not just for show – it's all real, and it's worth a fortune.

As the series premiered on Netflix, viewers marveled at its grand sets, intricate costumes, and dazzling jewellery. But Chadha's revelation adds another layer of allure to the production. She remarked that being a part of Heeramandi was an enriching experience, particularly due to the sumptuous attire and authentic jewellery. When asked about the authenticity of the jewellery, Chadha playfully quipped, "Yes, all of the jewellery is real. If I would wear all of it and run then I could make another film of my own, if I wore all of it cumulatively."

The meticulous attention to detail doesn't end with the jewellery. The costumes, crafted by Rimple-Harpreet Narula couture, are equally mesmerizing. Renowned for their bridal wear, the designers worked closely with Bhansali to bring his vision to life. Speaking about their collaboration, Rimple highlighted Bhansali's penchant for inclusivity, involving them in every step of the creative process. This collaborative effort resulted in a visual spectacle that seamlessly blends elegance with historical authenticity.

Heeramandi itself is a captivating period drama, delving into the lives of tawaifs in Lahore's red-light district during the Independence movement. With a stellar cast that includes Manisha Koirala, Aditi Rao Hydari, and Shekhar Suman, among others, the series promises to offer a compelling narrative set against a backdrop of cultural and political upheaval.

Intriguing, glamorous, and steeped in historical richness, Heeramandi continues to captivate audiences with its lavish production and immersive storytelling. As viewers immerse themselves in the world of Heeramandi, the real jewels of the series – both literal and figurative – shine brighter than ever.