❝ 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)

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

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

'In every take my eyes will be on you' Set in the early 2000s of Bollywood Follows two actors Akshaye and Aditi. Akshaye- calm, quiet, star kid who's moving out of his father's shadow no one rlly knows much abt him yet it seems like she already does. Aditi- bubbly, smart, and stubborn the polar opposite of him yet somehow is in the palm of his hand. Will these two polar opposites crack under pressure or will something sweet bloom over time?

Reader x pandavas ​"What if the fire of the Yagya didn't just produce a son and one daughter? What if Draupadi had a younger sister-a girl born from the ashes of a broken past, who would eventually share not just her home, but her five husbands too?" ​The Story ​In the dark streets of the Kaliyug, an orphan girl dies alone, betrayed by the only man she ever loved. Her last wish to the gods was simple: "I just want a family. I just want to be loved." ​Fate listens, but in a way she never expected. ​She wakes up in the golden palace of Panchala, reborn as the younger sister to the legendary Princess Draupadi. In this world of warriors, gods, and ancient laws, she is no longer a shadow. She is a princess. Author's Note / Disclaimer ​"This story is a work of fiction and a creative reimagining of the Mahabharata. In this version, King Drupada is not a cold or distant father. He deeply loves and cherishes both of his daughters, Draupadi and reader. there is no hatred or disappointment in his heart-only a father's pure love for his children."

This story revolves around the betrayal by love , broken trust and recovery by time... Let's get in to the journey of our wrath of God who can rules the world but bows in front of his love ❤. This story has many twist and turns which was not even expected by anyone and this is gonna be a slow burn story 😉 DON'T COPY MY WORK ON HOLD TILL MAY 3rd

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.

He's ice. She's fire. When they collided, nobody expected this fusion. Read more to find out what happens in dust covered Lyari when these two cross paths.

This is the story of Rehman and Ulfat. This story is completely fictional. If this story hurts anyone's feelings, please understand that it is a work of fiction.I hope you like this story...😄🌸

Some moments just pass, some linger. In different cities, different worlds, Rehman and Ulfat live their lives unaware of each other's existence, yet there's a quiet thread that seems to pull them closer, a bond that exists in the spaces between hearts, even before they meet. Is it fate, chance, or something more? A feeling waiting to be recognized, a trust waiting to be given. When their paths finally cross, it will be more than just a meeting-it will be the start of something fragile, beautiful, and inevitable. They will laugh, stumble, and fall into a love that feels both timeless and immediate. But love, as it often does, will not be simple. Misunderstandings, past wounds, and the weight of expectations will test the trust that lies quietly between them. Every secret, every hesitation, every unspoken fear will become a part of the story that binds them, and sometimes, threatens to tear them apart. "Amanat-e-Darmiyaan" is a tale of hearts learning to recognize each other, of love held carefully like a sacred trust, and of the journey through longing, mistakes, and reconciliation toward something that might just survive the storms of life.