Ayan is in a gang known for doing illegal graffiti at night. One night when he was running from the police he met Akk who helped him escape. Later Ayan finds out that Akk is the prefect at the school he transferred to. There Akk is known for strictly following the school's rules and orders. But there is something Akk is hiding behind all his prefect role. It seems that he is plotting something and Ayan is the only one who can help him with that. And it seems that even behind the school lies something far more dangerous than anyone could imagine. Inspired by the eclipse series, the blacklist series and not me series TW!!! English is not my first language.

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 .

He carried storms in his eyes. She carried light in her smile. Rehman and Ulfat were opposites drawn together by fate. Every silence between them was full of meaning. Every touch was a promise. In a world that didn't understand them, they only needed each other!!

Lyari has a way of deciding who you will become long before you do. For Rehman Baloch, childhood ended early. It ended somewhere between loyalty, and hunger. The streets taught him patience, then violence, then silence. Trust came rarely while betrayal came easy. He did not rise overnight. He changed in fragments. A friend turning away. A promise broken. A line crossed. Each step took him further from the boy he was and closer to the name people would later whisper-Rehman Dakait. This is not a story of greatness and glory. It is the story of a man shaped by the sins that crowned him 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐄 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡. (This is not aimed at telling the real events associated with the IRL Rehman Dakait) xx~

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.

They say monsters don't fall in love. They conquer. Rehman Dakait is danger in human form. Cold. Feared. Untouchable. She becomes the only thing he cannot ignore... and the only thing he refuses to lose. In a world of guns and shadows, love is not gentle it's dark, consuming, and deadly.

These chapters are moments based on the songs the author has imagined them in. These are pieces of love and longing based on the mood of the song.

RehMat is not bound by logic, time, or reality. In this story, I let my heart lead. Ulfat and Rehman exist beyond rules, beyond endings, beyond what is possible. Here, love bends timelines, rewrites fate, and breathes even where it shouldn't. This is my space to imagine them the way I want - raw, eternal, and limitless. If you're ready to step into a world where emotions matter more than logic, come join my vision. - ree.writes ✨

After eighteen years of marriage, Ulfat and Rehman still loved like newlyweds-quietly, fiercely, completely. Their children were the center of their world, their anchor in a life surrounded by danger. But one night, everything changes. A hospital corridor. A doctor who cannot meet their eyes. A child who will never come home again. Ulfat collapses under the weight of a loss no mother should bear. Rehman-strong, feared, unshakeable-crumbles beside her, silent and shattered. Their love is tested not by enemies, but by fate. And now they must learn how to breathe again in a world that feels permanently dimmed.

In a city that remembers everything, two lives move dangerously close to each other. Ulfat Zafar belongs to a world built on respectability and distance. Rehman Dakait rules one shaped by blood and consequence. This is not a love story. It's a consequence. مقدّر