One mistake. One video that was never meant to exist. And a town that finds it far too entertaining. For Uzair Baloch, reputation was everything. For y/n, silence felt like survival. When that one video turns their lives upside down, chaos, comedy, and unexpected emotions collide, proving that love sometimes shows up in the most awkward situations.

This is a series book. book 2 of Dhurandhar series. This is an 18+ storyline, including, blood, murder, illegal business , torture, crime, illicit nudity and romance. watch at your own risk The story setting revolves around the life of Uzair baloch, Rehman's confidant , right hand man/brother. He had his hands bloodied through every crime he committed under Rehman's reign and even beyond. He had his own little community under Rehman's leadership.Commiting 100's of notorious crimes around karachi.People respected and feared him equally. His life was under control and same as any other day involving all kinds of illicit businesses until one day a storm called Zeina Sheikh entered his life. Changing his entire life's balance. But they both Belonged from two enemy gangs , so how will he conquer her? Read to figure out the wild chemistry between a calm, cold controller and an innocent , chill, dominating woman . (This story is written either Uzair's or author's pov)

She came to the enemy country with a purpose- not to be seen, not to be known, and definitely not to be remembered. Iqra Amir, the 23-year-old daughter of diplomat Qadir Amir, arrives in Karachi with only two things she trusts- her faith and her mission. She has crossed borders not for politics, but for women. Girls who vanish without noise. Women whose cries dissolve into the dark veins of Lyari. And every breadcrumb of truth, every whispered name, every tremor in the victims' stories leads to one man- Rehman Dakait. While the world fears him, Iqra prepares to face him. Silent, steady, unshaken. But fate plays dirty. Because before she ever reaches Rehman, she collides with a man she has never heard of- a man who is not used to being unknown. Uzair Baloch. Second-in-command. Shadow of Lyari. The kind of danger that doesn't need to raise his voice- his silence is enough. Their first meeting is nothing like destiny. Just a question in the wind, a dupatta fighting the Karachi breeze, a name spoken in an accent he can't place. "Kon ho aap?" "Iqra... Iqra hain hum." She walks away without fear. He watches her without understanding why. She thinks he's a man guarding crates at the port. He thinks she's a foreigner who doesn't belong anywhere near Lyari. Neither knows the truth about the other. Neither knows how tightly their paths will tangle. Neither knows that the enemy country has already placed them on the same chessboard. Iqra is here to expose the darkness. Uzair is born from it. And when the storm finally breaks, only one question will matter- Is she his weakness, or is she the one woman strong enough to walk into Lyari and walk out alive?

In a world where bloodlines are battlefields and loyalty is a death sentence, Veena Mobeen is a masterpiece of deception. To the elite of Karachi, she is the refined daughter of a powerful patriarch but in reality, she is an undercover Indian operative embedded deep within enemy lines. Her mission is the most dangerous of her career, to infiltrate the ruthless Lyari underworld, map its connection to transnational terrorist organisations and dismantle the network before it can ignite a regional firestorm. Standing in her way is Uzair Baloch, the second in command to the most feared man in the city, Rehman Dakait. Uzair is a man forged in the shadows of a relentless turf war, cold, calculated, and seemingly untouchable. He is the iron fist that enforces the gang's rule and the gatekeeper to the intelligence Veena needs. He has survived a lifetime of bullets and betrayals by trusting no one, making him the ultimate target for her strategic seduction. But as Veena weaves her web, the architect of the lie finds herself trapped in a structure of her own making. What began as a cold blooded play for information spirals into a raw, primal obsession. Uzair's devotion is as terrifying as it is absolute, his touch awakens a hunger in Veena that her training never prepared her for. Their story is a high stakes collision of national duty and forbidden desire. As the lines between her mission and her heart blur, Veena is forced to play a lethal game, to stop a terror plot, she must betray the man who has claimed her soul.

She loved him silently. He noticed her secretly.

Uzair Baloch x Reader A desk-working R&AW agent is given her first field mission. Her job? Just to make sure Jaskirat Singh Rangi and Hamza Ali Mazari are able to lead Mission Dhurandhar successfully. But her plan of being in the shadows takes a turn when she meets Rehman Dakait's right hand cum cousin, Uzair Baloch.

Betrayal doesn't come from enemies. And that is perhaps the saddest part of it all.

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.

She is invisible, a voice, a silhouette, just a ghost singing in Goa's darkest corners. He is a death in a black coat, a blood, an empire, a devil no one dared name. She had secrets worth killing for. He had power worth dying for. "Work for me, or I'll let the wolves have you." She should have run, but she kissed him instead. They call it toxic. They're not wrong. ⚠️ 18+ | Dark Romance | Violence | Spice | Morally grey everything

𝘈 𝘋𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 She woke up on cold concrete. No memories. No voice. No name. One moment, she was a nineteen-year-old girl in 2025 Tamil Nadu. Next, she was bleeding in a dark alley in 2005 Karachi, with no idea how she got there or who she even was. She must learn to survive in a world of violence, politics, and dangerous men. But something is wrong. Not just with her missing memories. Something deeper. Something darker. A feeling she can't shake. A dread that wakes her at night. Flashes of things that haven't happened yet. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵. And time is running out. The problem? She's voiceless, nameless, and trapped in a house full of secrets. And then there's Hamza. The man with dark eyes and darker secrets. The one who watches her like she matters. The one who whispers: "You rise from darkness. You bloom anyway." He speaks as if he loves her. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. What she doesn't know: ↳ Hamza isn't who he claims to be ↳ His marriage is part of a dangerous game ↳ The lies he tells might be the only thing keeping her alive What he doesn't know: ↳ She's not from this time ↳ Her nightmares are warnings ↳ Some fires can't be controlled once lit In a world of spies and gangsters, where loyalties shift like sand, and love is just another weapon. She can't save everyone. But she can make them pay.