𖤐 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐀 ✦ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐈 𖤐 ╔═══════════════════════╗ ✦ "In the high-stakes theater of power, justice is a luxury. Desire is a death sentence." ✦ ╚═══════════════════════╝ He is the shadow that rules the city- ruthless, untouchable, and forged from cold calculation. She is the light that dares to walk into the dark- brilliant, relentless, and armed with the law. When their worlds collide, it is not love. It is a war. A dangerous game of power and control. A slow-burning obsession that suffocates. A psychological battlefield where desire becomes a weapon and trust is a fatal mistake. Caught between the glittering corporate underworld and a hunger neither of them can escape, they stand balanced on the edge of a knife. And when the dust finally settles... Who will break first- ✦ The Law? ✦ Or the man who stands above it? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🖤 LOVE HURTS. ☠ OBSESSION KILLS. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ✦

Only the characters are inspired by Ikka. The storyline, plot, events and character development are entirely fictional. This story has no connection to the original film's plot. This work is purely fictional and written for entertainment purposes only. Reader discretion is advised!

They call him a Monster. They call her a Seductress. But in a courtroom full of saints, the two biggest predators have finally found each other. Shouryaman Gaur is behind bars for murder, his untouchable ego left bleeding, and his life hanging entirely by a thread. Nadiya Raghuvanshi is the High Court's most lethal weapon. She isn't here to play by the rules, she's here to stage a coup against the legend who trained her. Arjun thinks he holds the winning hand, but he's about to learn that in The House of Cards, the Ace doesn't command the floor. The Queen does. ***** "You're fighting a losing battle, Nadiya. You grew up in my firm. You should know better than anyone else, the Ikka never loses." Nadiya pauses, tilting her head slightly. Her smirk deepens, entirely unfazed by him. She reaches up, idly adjusting the tennis necklace resting against her collarbone. "You're right, Arjun." she whispers, her voice fearless and lethal. "But even the Ikka bows before the Rani. See you inside."

Some debts are paid with money. Others demand blood. Ulfat Zarwari spent twenty-six years believing she would decide the course of her own life. Then her father made a deal. And suddenly, she belonged to Rehman Dakait. A man feared across Lyari. A man whose name carried more warnings than introductions. A man she despised long before she ever met him. The marriage was never meant to be a romance. It was an arrangement. A transaction. A bargain struck between people far more powerful than either of them. And if there was one thing Ulfat hated more than Rehman himself, it was being forced into a life she had never chosen. The feeling was entirely mutual. Because Rehman Dakait had built his empire on control. Yet somehow, the one person he could never control was the woman who now carried his name. What follows is not a love story. At least not at first. It is a war. A relentless battle of pride, resentment, and stubbornness. A marriage where every conversation feels like a challenge. Every compromise feels like defeat. And every victory comes at the cost of another scar. Neither of them knows how to surrender. Neither of them knows how to forgive. And neither of them is willing to be the first one to break. But hatred is a dangerous thing. Especially when it is forced to live under the same roof. Because there are only so many times two people can hurt each other before they begin to understand one another. Only so many nights spent wishing the other would leave before the thought becomes unbearable. Somewhere between fury and devotion. Between destruction and protection. Between the desperate need to walk away and the terrifying inability to do so. Something begins to grow. Something neither of them wants. After all, the most dangerous debts are never written on paper. They are written in love, foolish enough to believe they can remain untouched. Qarz-e-Mohabbat A debt neither of them intended to owe.

A Rehman Dakait story. Read it to find out 🎀🪔

A Rehman dakait fanfic

"Ishq siyasat nahi sikhata, aur siyasat ishq ki ijazat nahi deti".

Jameel Jamali was drowning in the ruthless world of Indian politics... until she arrived. ​After years of "studying abroad," Adah has finally returned. To the public, she is the shy, soft-spoken daughter stepping in to support her father's failing grip on power. But behind her quiet demeanor lies a mind that calculates every move and a gaze that sees far more than she lets on. ​At a crowded political gathering, she meets Rehman. What begins as a subtle game of ankh michauli , shadows and glances , it quickly turns into a high-stakes interrogation. Rehman knows a facade when he sees one, and he is determined to find out what Jameel Sahab is truly hiding behind his daughter's innocent smile. ​He is looking for a scandal. He might just find a heart ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡