A feared man who rules through silence. A surgeon who refuses to see him as anything but a patient. When fate forces Aayat Mirza into the guarded world of Rehman Baloch, power meets indifference, and terror meets quiet defiance. What begins as a matter of survival turns into an unsettling game of control, curiosity, and unspoken boundaries. In a world where fear is currency and dominance is law, one woman's refusal to bend becomes the most dangerous thing of all.

I'm writing the prequel of Rehmat. This is where it all begins-before love, before blood, before promises. A small request to everyone reading this fanfic: please wear your earbuds 🎧 and play the Saiyaara movie BGM while reading. I promise you- the emotions will hit harder, the silences will speak louder, and the moments will feel painfully real... because some stories are meant to be felt, not just read. 🤍✨ Stay with me on this journey.

In the brutal heart of Lyari, where dust settles like a second skin and power is carved with steel, the name Rehman Baluch strikes fear and commands an empire. But before he was the feared 'Sher-e-Baluch,' the king of this concrete jungle, he was just Rehman-a boy with a fierce loyalty and a gaze that held the entire world when it fixed on Ulfat. Now, years after he chose the path of blood and power over the quiet promises of childhood, Ulfat navigates a world where the boy she once knew is a myth, replaced by the ruthless don. She despises the violence he embodies, yet a part of her mourns the loss of the friend who vanished into the abyss of Lyari's underworld. When their paths inevitably cross, a silent battle ignites. He, the undisputed monarch, seeks to reclaim the only piece of his past that still holds light. She, defiant and fiercely independent, wants no part of his blood-stained crown. As the shadows deepen and loyalties are tested, will the echoes of a shared history be strong enough to challenge the foundations of an empire built on fear, or will the untamed crown claim another soul?

Some lives are shaped quietly. Others are decided in rooms where doors are closed. Ulfat Hassan has always lived within limits she never questioned. Rehman Dakait rules a city that answers to no one. When their worlds cross, it is not by accident, nor by emotion-but by necessity. What follows is not spoken aloud, not rushed, and not easily undone. Set between Karachi and Lyari, this is a story of power, silence, and the unseen cost of decisions made far from those who must live with them. Some storms arrive without warning. Others are invited in.

Some connections don't begin with love. They begin with disturbance. Ulfat lives a life wrapped in protection-every step watched, every choice weighed. Safety has always come at the cost of freedom. She knows the rules. She breaks them anyway. Rehman is a man of control, not confession. Power follows him in silence, and violence waits behind his restraint. He was never meant to notice her-yet once he does, the world rearranges itself around that mistake. What grows between them is not gentle. It is instinct before intention. Protection before desire. A pull that feels spiritual, unsettling, inevitable. As danger tightens and boundaries blur, Ulfat must face a terrifying truth: the safest place may be the one that costs her the most-and the man who never asked to hold her might be the only one who can. This is not romance written in promises. It is written in restraint. In unspoken loyalty. In a connection that touches the soul before it ever touches the skin. Roohaniyat-where love is felt before it is named.

Set in post-independence era ( between 1950-60s) In the lawless corners of rural India, power isn't passed down - it's snatched, soaked in blood, and sealed with fear. Two factions. One throne. A history written in ashes. What began as a village rivalry twisted into generational hatred - where a forgotten massacre still echoes in silence, and grudges are carried like weapons. Years later, a single act sets the balance ablaze again: the daughter of the village head is taken - not for lust, but to remind them who once ruled these lands. This is not a love story. This is a story of thrones stolen, pride wounded, and vengeance reborn from the dust of the dead. But amidst gunpowder and grudges, a bond dares to bloom - dangerous, defiant, and unforgivable. Because when love grows where hate was sown, it doesn't heal - it burns. When loyalty turns to war and history claws its way back, only one legacy will survive. ...

Tear left from her eyes as soon as her hairline got filled with Vermillion by the Man sitting beside her with peaceful expression on face. She lift her eyes and stopped at Particular person who didn't try to stop this marriage, neither she did. She is scared of only thing that how will she will live under same roof with the man who is nothing but the elder brother of the person whom she loved. However, her husband stare at her with only emotion in eyes, Love. He promised himself that he will never hurt the woman who became his wife just few minutes ago. That's how Viraaj Pratap Singh is, eldest son of the family. Loved by all. __________☜☆☞ __________ " Now she became my wife. Dare to touch her and see me destroying the whole place." His words throwing venom at everybody standing in front of him. His eyes burning with fire. But the girl standing beside him is shocked, too stunned to even utter a hum. He believes in action first before thinking. That's what Veer Pratap Singh is, Youngest son of his family. Nothing but a stubborn Man who wants something then he will get it. __________☜☆☞__________ The Tale of our love. Start:- 11, Aug 2023 End:- 14, oct 2023 An indian fictional story. Do not copy/report my work. Credit to the owner for pictures, quotes etc. Storyline belongs to author.

He was the horror of the city. She was the girl who refused to bow. When a broken deal turns into a forced marriage, Rehman Baloch Lyari's ruthless Dakait claims the one woman who doesn't fear him. She hates him. Fights him. Defies him. Yet the monster never raises his voice... only builds a throne for her. A forced marriage. A hate-to-love fire. And a love that turns a feared gangster into her quiet protector.

For he knew nothing but cruel loneliness. For she knew nothing but affectionate togetherness. Yet, they chose each other in all their flaws and perfections, in every lifetime they had. To the love and companionship that binds us together through thick and thin, gain and loss, joy and misery.

She loved him silently. He noticed her secretly.