» "...शायद इसीलिए आज भी जी रहा हूँ।" » आँखें चार होना ही बर्बादी नहीं होती। A man on a mission. A woman as his saviour. A world full of bloodshed. He wouldn't let fate make another cruel joke. --- 1st in #hamzaalimazari , 1st in #hamza , 6th in #urdu , 21st in #english !! <3 (HAMZA ALI MAZARI - DHURANDHAR, '25) ©sylbeaniefr ; All rights reserved.

In the blood-stained dust of Lyari, Rehman ruled with a cold heart- until she challenged his throne. "They call me a monster, " he whispered, his calloused thumb tracing her lip."Lekin tumhare liye, mein puri duniya ko jala sakta hoon. Just tell me you're mine, and Lyari is yours."

❝ ishq ya ayashi? ❞ ❝ ishq. ❞ Sia Noor Baloch has spent her entire life running from the name she was born with. Punished and shipped off from London to the bullet-ridden streets of Lyari, Karachi, she was meant to rot with the very part of her family she despises. The Balochs, the Dakaits, the men who wear blood like cologne. Their empire is her curse. She wants nothing to do with any of it. Until him. Hamza Ali Mazari is not just another face in the gang anymore. He's the new shadow they all fear and respect. Calculated. Dangerous. Patient. A man who was never supposed to want the one girl whose surname could destroy everything he's built. In the alleys where love is a death wish, and loyalty is paid in bullets, two musaafirs are about to learn that some roads only lead deeper into the one line they can never uncross. (dhurandhar) (male!canon x fem!oc) (forbidden romance) (age gap) (2k to 4k word chapters) (2026 © batmanswife888) (updates as much as i can) (cover by me)

They met long before they ever saw each other's faces. Through prison walls and stolen letters, two strangers became each other's refuge. Then the letters stopped, and she was told he was no more Years later, under the name Noor, she is sent to work beside one of the most powerful men in Pakistan. The moment she sees his green eyes, she knows. He's alive. He doesn't recognize her. And while the world was made to see a brother and sister, Noor is forced to live beside the man she once mourned. A story written in ink and blood. This story is inspired by the blockbuster film Dhurandhar.

Pavleen Kaur and Jaskirat Singh Rangi were typical childhood sweethearts. Their love could be described as nothing short of perfect. All pink hearts and red roses. Until it wasn't. He was sentenced to death-not for a crime, but for seeking justice on his own terms. She had helped him achieve that. But she didn't get caught. Not yet. But when an unexpected turn of events pushes two star-crossed lovers together-there rises one big question. Do they fall? Or do they rise like a phoenix from the ashes?

Kaisa lagta hai jab tum apni mitti se hazaaron meel door ho... ek paraaye mulk mein nahi, balki dushman ki sarzameen par. Jahan tumhara naam jhootha hai, pehchaan jhoothi hai, pesha jhootha hai... aur zindagi ka har pal ek dhokha. Phir bhi andhere ke beech ek roshni dikhai deti hai. Ek aisi roshni... jo tumhe bacha bhi sakti hai aur mita bhi sakti hai. Jo dheere-dheere tumhari rooh mein utarti hai... tumhe badalti hai... aur shayad tumhe andar hi andar kha jaati hai. Lekin jab baat desh ki ho... toh mohabbat, dard aur pehchaan sab peeche reh jaate hain. Kyuki kuch log jeene ke liye nahi bheje jaate... Woh bheje jaate hain desh ko bachane ke liye. Dushman ke ghar mein ghus kar uski saazishon ko aag lagane ke liye. Aur jab waqt aata hai... toh woh khud bhi us aag mein jalne se nahi darte

Hamza has emerald eyes that see through every lie, and hands that leave marks as permanent as his promises. Ours is a union forged in blood and dark obsession, a war of wills where the only casualty is my freedom. Welcome to The Emerald Cage-where the monster is my husband, and his possessiveness is the only home I have left.

My goal was simple. Build connections, gather intel, protect my nation, and maybe, just maybe, if I ever get a chance, finish off a few of the lyari underworld who terrorised and hurt my nation all these years. I wasn't here for love. Falling in love was never part of the plan. But then again, I suck at following plans.

Just one shots about all the unresolved Tension I feel often while watching my fav Turkish show, Arafta-bound by fate, just an amateur attempt to showcase my love for the show and my beloved characters Ateş karahan and his wife Mercan karahan

Literally one shots (some divided in two due to length) of dhurandhar I only write y/n x character Oc x character is not my cup of tea Hope you all enjoy