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.

Akk broke up with Ayan under the pretense of not loving him anymore. Heart broken Ayan left for America to start his life afresh. However with new information surfacing up, Ayan discovers that there's more to the story as to why Akk left him. Determined to win his love back, he moved back to Thailand only to find Akk in a condition worse than he had anticipated. Will their fate turn out differently this time? I don't know let's find out together 🥺🤭

I can't stop my imagination after Rehman' s death , I don't want to suffer alone so I wrote this for u to suffer with me 😫. This story does not promote any terrorists, their names are used as a character in this story . This story contains original lyrics of songs - par channa de, sanu nehr wale pul and lambi judai .

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~

Have you ever experienced a chaotic day where the water in your house runs out?? Yup, that's what happened today in The Baloch Household,on working hours.

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.

Some lives are shaped quietly. Others are decided in rooms where doors are closed. Ulfat Hassan has always lived within limits she never questioned. Rehman Dakait rules a city that answers to no one. When their worlds cross, it is not by accident, nor by emotion-but by necessity. What follows is not spoken aloud, not rushed, and not easily undone. Set between Karachi and Lyari, this is a story of power, silence, and the unseen cost of decisions made far from those who must live with them. Some storms arrive without warning. Others are invited in.

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*