In the brutal heart of Lyari, where dust settles like a second skin and power is carved with steel, the name Rehman Baluch strikes fear and commands an empire. But before he was the feared 'Sher-e-Baluch,' the king of this concrete jungle, he was just Rehman-a boy with a fierce loyalty and a gaze that held the entire world when it fixed on Ulfat. Now, years after he chose the path of blood and power over the quiet promises of childhood, Ulfat navigates a world where the boy she once knew is a myth, replaced by the ruthless don. She despises the violence he embodies, yet a part of her mourns the loss of the friend who vanished into the abyss of Lyari's underworld. When their paths inevitably cross, a silent battle ignites. He, the undisputed monarch, seeks to reclaim the only piece of his past that still holds light. She, defiant and fiercely independent, wants no part of his blood-stained crown. As the shadows deepen and loyalties are tested, will the echoes of a shared history be strong enough to challenge the foundations of an empire built on fear, or will the untamed crown claim another soul?

Their marriage was approved by the state. Their emotions were never part of the plan. Hamza Ali Mazari and Zara Mazari are elite Indian intelligence operatives-legally married, strategically paired, and emotionally detached. Their union isn't built on love, but on clearance levels, shared files, and a mission that requires them to exist as husband and wife on paper. Nothing more. When they are deployed into Lyari, Karachi, their marriage becomes the perfect cover. A couple draws less attention. A couple is trusted. A couple survives longer. But Lyari is not a place that respects plans-or boundaries. There is no romance between them. No promises. No softness. Only professionalism, discipline, and the understanding that failure is not an option. As the mission unfolds-mirroring one of the agency's most classified operations-the lines begin to blur. Not slowly. Not gently. But violently, under gunfire, whispered strategy, and moments where survival depends on trusting the other more than the system that trained them. What begins as coordination turns into instinct. What begins as obligation turns into something neither of them is trained to handle. Because love was never supposed to exist here. And if it does, it becomes the most dangerous liability of all. In Lyari, they were sent in as spies. They may not come out the same people.

A feared man who rules through silence. A surgeon who refuses to see him as anything but a patient. When fate forces Aayat Mirza into the guarded world of Rehman Baloch, power meets indifference, and terror meets quiet defiance. What begins as a matter of survival turns into an unsettling game of control, curiosity, and unspoken boundaries. In a world where fear is currency and dominance is law, one woman's refusal to bend becomes the most dangerous thing of all.

This is an 18+ story.. watch at your own risk, there will be brutality, murders,illicit nudity,dark romance. She was a fragile thing locked up in the dark world of crime and blood. Each step was a calculative move. She was his rival's wife, he was the sher-e-baloch. She wanted freedom, he wanted..........her. Until one fateful day , she gathered her courage to ask for help from her husband's rival, not knowing that she was trading a monster for another monster. Will she ever find the true love she craved? Will he be able to provide her protection from everything that tormented her? Will she be able to love him? Will he be able to change......for her? (This story is written in either Rehman or author's pov)

In the blood-stained dust of Lyari, Rehman ruled with a cold heart- until she challenged his throne. "They call me a monster, " he whispered, his calloused thumb tracing her lip."Lekin tumhare liye, mein puri duniya ko jala sakta hoon. Just tell me you're mine, and Lyari is yours."

He was the horror of the city. She was the girl who refused to bow. When a broken deal turns into a forced marriage, Rehman Baloch Lyari's ruthless Dakait claims the one woman who doesn't fear him. She hates him. Fights him. Defies him. Yet the monster never raises his voice... only builds a throne for her. A forced marriage. A hate-to-love fire. And a love that turns a feared gangster into her quiet protector.

I'm writing the prequel of Rehmat. This is where it all begins-before love, before blood, before promises. A small request to everyone reading this fanfic: please wear your earbuds 🎧 and play the Saiyaara movie BGM while reading. I promise you- the emotions will hit harder, the silences will speak louder, and the moments will feel painfully real... because some stories are meant to be felt, not just read. 🤍✨ Stay with me on this journey.

If u are looking for a mature, light but deep fan fiction of the couple of this year then u are at absolutely right place.The writer of this story is madly obsessed with Rehman × ulfat and is breathing them with every passing minute. This story does not promote any terrorists, their names are used as a character in this story .

Maya Sharma battles to save her family's struggling horse ranch from financial ruin. With her father in a nursing home and debts piling up, Maya feels the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. Her childhood friend and longtime companion, Akshay, urges her to sell the ranch and move to the city with him, but Maya's loyalty to her family's legacy keeps her rooted. Desperate for a solution, she reluctantly agrees to meet with Dev Malhotra, a coldhearted yet successful businessman known for reviving failing properties. As Maya and Dev clash over control and vision for the ranch, an intense and unexpected attraction develops between them, leading to a complicated love story where passion, loyalty, and determination intertwine.

Samar looked at Meera with daggers shooting out of his eyes, standing inches away from her, she could feel his body touching hers "I almost lost six months of hard work saving you that night" Meera backed a step away and her pulse started racing "I said I'm sorry, what else do you want me to do?!" Samar stepped forward folding his arms over his chest, with one raised brow "Do the same" Meera took a step back, bumping into the desk behind her, swallowing down her throbbing heart "What's that's supposed to mean?!" Samar came closer to Meera, and leaned over knowing that she Had nowhere to go "I said that you were my girlfriend to save your ass, now you have to do the same to save mine"