𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝-Ulfat Hasin Jahan, a sheltered feudal-political daughter raised under protection and love, finds herself tied to Rehman Baloch, Pakistan's most feared gangster, through a connection that feels written long before either of them understood it. What begins as forbidden love slowly turns into something far deeper, a soul-level bond neither distance, violence, family opposition nor fate itself can break. But as their worlds collide, love becomes a source of destruction as much as salvation, forcing families to turn against each other, loyalties to shatter, and hearts to choose between blood and destiny. Roohaniyat is a story of soulmates, obsession, sacrifice, family wounds, and a love so consuming that even pain begins to feel sacred. ( 𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 ) @𝙖𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨

1998 In the blood-soaked labyrinth of Lyari, power is the only currency. Zoya Ali Zardari, the "People's Princess" and daughter of a political titan, trades her gilded cage for the grit of the streets to find the truth behind the headlines. There, she crosses paths with Rehman Baloch, a silent, scarred Don forged in the fires of gang warfare. One midnight collision and a glimpse of emerald eyes behind a dupatta spark an impossible attraction. As rival gangs clash and bullets fly, a dangerous game of courtship begins, proving that even in a fortress of scars, love is the deadliest weapon. Tropes : Forbidden Love Grumpy x Sunshine Gangster x Princess Love at First Sight

This fanfiction is a purely fictional, slowburn reimagining inspired by the characters Rehman Dakait and Ulfat from Dhurandhar. It does not reflect, represent, or accurately depict any real individuals, events, or historical realities in any way, shape, or form. In no way am I supporting or condoning the terrorism that was carried out by these people in real life. Rehman is a powerful mafia street-lord ruling the city's underworld with calculated control and ruthless precision. Ulfat, bound to him through circumstance rather than choice, enters a marriage built on strategy, survival, and unspoken bargains. What begins as a cold alliance slowly unravels into something far more complicated, as guarded glances turn into reluctant trust, and power struggles blur into unexpected tenderness. Set against the backdrop of crime, loyalty, and danger, the story explores how even in the darkest corners of a fractured life, love can emerge in the most unlikely ways. *** Mature themes: violence, gore, offensive language

In the high-walled mansions of Karachi's elite, Ulfat lives a life of gilded silence. As the daughter of a powerful, cold-blooded politician, her future is a currency meant to be traded. When her father strikes a deal with the notorious Babu Dakait to marry her off to his volatile brother, Arshad Pappu, Ulfat realizes the walls are closing in. But the streets of Lyari belong to another man. Rehman Baloch-a ghost, a legend, and her father's greatest nightmare. In a world where every move is calculated, Ulfat decides to play the most dangerous card in the deck. She want a savior. But as the silent, brooding Rehman enters her life, the line between a hostage and a queen begins to blur. In the shadows of Lyari, a slow-burning fire is lit one that will either burn the city down or forge an empire neither of them expected.

Sold to settle a debt, you belong to Rehman Baloch-the cold-blooded Lion of Lyari. Behind closed doors, he treats you like a stranger; in public, he claims you with a terrifying, lethal possessiveness. In a marriage built on blood and silence, the ice only breaks when he realizes he'd burn the city down just to keep you. "Tum meri ho. Aur Baloch apni cheez kabhi kisi ko nahi deta."

Saira saikh, best friend of yalina jamali. A very normal girl.... or that's what everyone thinks This fanfiction is solely made and written to support akshaye khanna's amazing performance. I am not the type of person to support a terrorist I truly love my country and appreciate all the efforts made by our defence team, armies to save our country

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.

In a house frozen by grief, a cold widower marries the surgeon who saved his son-not for love, but to give the boy a mother. Amidst the sterile silence of a "shrine" dedicated to a dead woman, a slow-burning fire begins to thaw a heart that had sworn itself to the grave.

In the dust-choked heart of Lyari, Rehman Baloch rules as a king with a soul forged in fire, until he meets Y/n-the daughter of the man he's sworn to destroy. Their "hate-hate" tension ignites when Rehman corners her in the labyrinthine streets, whispering, "Tumhari ankhein sach bolti hain, par tumhara baap sirf jhoot bechta hai." Facing a city on the brink of war, they must navigate a brutal attraction where every touch feels like a betrayal. "Main aapse nafrat karna chahti hoon," Y/n breathes against the cold steel of his world, to which Rehman simply replies, "Toh phir itni kareeb kyun khari ho?"

Uzair Baloch had always been the kind of man the world adjusted itself around, effortless in his charm, unwavering in his certainty, carrying the dangerous confidence of someone who had never truly been refused anything he desired. Doors opened. People stayed. And love, when it came, seemed inevitable. Ten years ago, there stood a girl who loved him without spectacle and without condition, a love so steady it did not need to be announced to be known. She understood the spaces between his words, the arrogance he mistook for strength, the softness he pretended not to possess. She chose him wholly, quietly, in ways that asked for nothing but sincerity in return. He mistook that devotion for permanence. He chose youth over responsibility, freedom over depth, the ease of being adored over the discipline of loving back. He convinced himself that something so constant could never truly leave, that a heart so certain would wait until he was ready. Time, however, does not negotiate with arrogance. And now she stands before him again, ten years later, not the girl who once lingered in his silences, but a woman composed of her own making, poised and self-contained, her life rebuilt without the need for his orbit. There is no accusation in her gaze, no lingering plea. Only distance. Only dignity. It unsettled him more than anger ever could. Because for the first time, Uzair Baloch feels the ground beneath him shift, feels the slow and devastating realization that what he once dismissed so casually had been the only thing that ever truly anchored him.