After eighteen years of marriage, Ulfat and Rehman still loved like newlyweds-quietly, fiercely, completely. Their children were the center of their world, their anchor in a life surrounded by danger. But one night, everything changes. A hospital corridor. A doctor who cannot meet their eyes. A child who will never come home again. Ulfat collapses under the weight of a loss no mother should bear. Rehman-strong, feared, unshakeable-crumbles beside her, silent and shattered. Their love is tested not by enemies, but by fate. And now they must learn how to breathe again in a world that feels permanently dimmed.

Before the gunshots. Before the bloodshed. Before the events of DHURANDHAR, There was UZAIR BALOCH. Feared In Lyari, Respected in Karachi. He was a man who never chased. Until one wedding night in Mumbai. Until he saw her... Until he saw Sayeeda... What began as a glance became an obsession... and ended in a nikkah (marriage) that pulled her into the underworld. Long before Dhurandhar began, this is how Uzair chose his obsession.

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

❝Ishq ya Ayyashi?❞ ❝Ishq.❞ ➭ In which, love is a revolution. ©whereissanz

MOHLAT, It implies they are taking their time to fall in love. For Ulfat, love isn't a fleeting emotion or a romanticized "happily ever after." It is a foundational state of being. She views love as a form of worship. To her, loving someone isn't about possession; it's about the sanctity of the connection. She believes that true love is selfless and requires a degree of ego-dissolution. She isn't interested in loud declarations or expensive gifts. To Ulfat, love lives in The comfort of a shared silence and The loyalty maintained when no one is watching. For Rehman, love isn't a fairytale or a poetic distraction; it is a vulnerability. His thoughts on the subject are often shaped by the dangerous world he inhabits. Rehman treats love with a certain level of suspicion. In his line of work, emotional attachments are "weak points" that enemies can exploit. He often views falling in love as losing a layer of armor, making one's judgment cloudy and their actions predictable. To Rehman, love isn't about flowery words or public displays. It is found in protection and sacrifice. If he cares for someone, he won't tell them; he will ensure their safety from the shadows. His "love" is a silent pact of guardianship. What will happen when their worlds will collide.

Fanfiction on dhurandhar.

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.

A marriage signed on paper was never meant to feel real. Rehman has already buried love once - along with the part of himself that believed in it. Hardened by a violent past and haunted by loss, he agrees to a contract marriage for reasons that have nothing to do with emotions and everything to do with political necessity. Rules are clear. Boundaries are absolute. Feelings are forbidden. Ulfat, on the other hand, was supposed to have a different future - one built on choice, familiarity, and perhaps love. But a single incident shatters her plans, forcing her into an agreement that ties her life to a man who treats affection like a weakness. Under one roof, between unspoken grief and carefully drawn lines, resentment turns into understanding, silence into companionship, and distance into something far more dangerous. What begins as a temporary arrangement slowly becomes a battle neither of them expected - because the one condition written nowhere in the contract was the hardest to follow: Don't fall in love. A "slow-burn" story about healing, trust, and a love that grows where it was never meant to exist. CAUTION ⚠️: Includes portions of SMUT but after chapter 44, the chapters have been marked with 🔞 Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, universe, or original storyline referenced in this work. The characters of Rehman, Ulfat, and others are inspired by the film Dhurandhar, and all rights remain reserved with the original creators and makers. This is a purely fictional, non-commercial fan work created for creative and entertainment purposes only. The plot, events, and character developments in this story are entirely imagined and are not connected to the official narrative.