story of reheman dakait and ulfat in there young age like how they they get together THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL AND Imaginary NOT TO HURN ANYONE

Some love stories begin with flowers. Theirs began with a badly written letter. Rehman Baloch was nineteen when he wrote it - messy handwriting, broken grammar, ink smudged where his hands had trembled. But between the crooked sentences and the dried tear stains was a promise. A house. Two children. A lifetime with the only woman he had ever wanted. Ulfat read that letter once. Then she kept it forever. Twenty-three years later, the future inside that letter exists. A home filled with quiet glances and coded words. Two sons who understand more than they should. And a marriage that was never meant to be calm. Because Ulfat and Rehman never learned how to love gently. Their love is sharp. Possessive. The kind that burns too hot to ever become ordinary. They fight like storms and forgive like sinners. They know every weakness the other carries. And still... neither of them ever walks away. The years changed many things. They grew older. Children grew taller. Silence grew heavier. But one thing never changed. The way Rehman still looks at his wife like the world could end tomorrow. And the way Ulfat still forgets how to breathe when he walks into the room. Because some marriages grow quiet with time. Theirs only grows more dangerous. And the terrifying truth neither of them will ever admit is this, They never stopped loving each other like reckless teenagers.

Akshaye Khanna x Maya Malhotra (OC) A story about two actors brought back together by a film soaked in violence and loss-and by emotions they never fully buried. As cameras roll and characters grieve on screen, old wounds reopen behind the scenes. What begins with silence, unfinished anger, and aching familiarity slowly turns into something fragile, raw, and real. This is a tale of love finding its way back through grief, memory, and the spaces between "cut" and "action."

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?"

In a city that remembers everything, two lives move dangerously close to each other. Ulfat Zafar Bhutto belongs to a world built on respectability and distance. Rehman Baloch rules one shaped by blood and consequence. This isn't coincidence, it's fate.

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 hates the law. Despises it. Breaks it for a living. Akshaye Khanna is a man with blood on his hands and power in his silence - a gangster who wears legality like a disguise. To the world, he's untouchable. To the underworld, he's feared. And to himself, he's someone who stopped believing in justice a long time ago. Shambhavi Deshpande believes in it. A corporate professional with a legal backbone and a conscience that refuses to bend, she was never meant to cross his path - and yet, danger doesn't care about intentions. When her life becomes collateral damage in a war she didn't start, the last person who should protect her is the only one who does. He tells himself it's not personal. That her job doesn't concern him. That he's only keeping her alive. But the truth is quieter. Darker. Because somewhere between bruises and bulletproof safe houses, between whispered confessions and unspoken restraint, Akshaye realizes he isn't protecting the law. He's protecting her. And caring has always been the most dangerous crime of all.

I'm writing my new story ✨ A story about Tarun Saluja-his charm, his silences, and the love he hasn't found yet. Just like Prequel Of Rehmat, this story will come with a song for every chapter-because some emotions are better felt than explained. 🎶🖤 Welcome to my world of words, where you're free to drown... without thinking, without escaping, just feeling. I hope you'll love this journey as much as I loved writing it. 🤍

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)