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.

𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐗 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐔 ○●○●○●○● "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚, 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅." "𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏."

Around Ulfat, even Rehmaan's monster learns restraint. When she speaks, the devil inside him lowers his eyes, not out of fear, but reverence. And when tears gather in her otherwise peaceful gaze, something ancient and violent stirs within him-not to harm her, never that, but to rise against the world that dared to make her cry. He is a man whose name carries weight in the streets, whose presence alone is enough to silence rooms. He is powerful in ways that bend people, systems, and fate itself-yet in front of her, he is utterly powerless. The world knows him as cold, ruthless, unfeeling, but for a single glimpse of her face, for one unguarded smile, he would burn willingly and call it mercy. For Rehmaan, she is not merely love. She is his Imaan, the belief that keeps him standing when everything else is stained. She is his devotion, his mohabbat, his ibaadat, wrapped into a single breath. She is his Jaan-the part of him that still knows how to feel. To the world, he is a butcher, a gangster, a monster sculpted by violence and bloodshed, a man people fear and curse in the same breath. They call him heartless. They call him hell. But to her, he is safety. He is the steady anchor in a life full of storms, the quiet calm she returns to when everything feels too loud. He is her peace. He is her home. And at the end of every day, when the noise fades and the masks fall away, when the monster sheds his crown and the world forgets his sins, only one truth remains: she is Rehmaan's Ulfat, and he is Ulfat's Rehmaan. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Side ships: Hamza&Yalina Uzair&aarzu

A fanfiction on Rehman Dakait's rise to power pre-Dhurandhar. NOTE! : This is a fictional story and is not based on the real life criminal. Please be mindful when reading it. WARNINGS! : Contains mature content. Read at your risk.

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

He rules Lyari with fear. Ruthless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Rehman Baloch is a name that makes even the brave hesitate. She lives quietly, far from the world, with nothing but courage and a kind heart to guide her. Two worlds collide-one of power and violence, the other of innocence and quiet strength. Amid chaos, danger, and secrets, an unexpected connection begins to form. In a city that demands control, can a heart hardened by fear and blood learn to trust? Or will the world's shadows keep them apart forever?

Fanfiction on dhurandhar.

Rehman Baloch the cold, Arrogant, Dark man but with a charm that no one notices he has been always dark never showing what he actually feels has lyari wrapped around his fingers every step he takes people shiver no dares to raise there voice or look at him dead in the eye in lyari. Suddenly one day he locks his eyes in with a girl who is mysterious, charming, but her eyes tell a way bigger story

At twenty, Ulfat Hasin Baloch carried a name that meant love, yet she had never truly believed in it. Raised within the walls of an old haveli, surrounded by wealth, tradition, and expectations, she grew up watching promises fade behind closed doors. The only thing she ever wanted was simple: a husband her children would admire, a home built upon the kind of love that survived the years. At thirty-eight, Rehman Baloch had become a man whose name traveled ahead of him. Power. Politics. Loyalty. An empire that stretched far beyond what most people could imagine. He possessed everything the world admired and very little of what it envied. One prayed for a future she could trust. The other had long stopped asking for anything at all. Some stories begin with love. Theirs began with fate.