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?

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.

This is an 18+ story.. watch at your own risk, there will be brutality, murders,illicit nudity,dark romance. She was a fragile thing locked up in the dark world of crime and blood. Each step was a calculative move. She was his rival's wife, he was the sher-e-baloch. She wanted freedom, he wanted..........her. Until one fateful day , she gathered her courage to ask for help from her husband's rival, not knowing that she was trading a monster for another monster. Will she ever find the true love she craved? Will he be able to provide her protection from everything that tormented her? Will she be able to love him? Will he be able to change......for her? (This story is written in either Rehman or author's pov)

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."

If u are looking for a mature, light but deep fan fiction of the couple of this year then u are at absolutely right place.The writer of this story is madly obsessed with Rehman × ulfat and is breathing them with every passing minute. This story does not promote any terrorists, their names are used as a character in this story .

Pastels on her skin, blood on his hands. Two opposite worlds met- not to break, but to fall in ishq, slowly, deeply.

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.

Everyone warned her about the man she married. No one warned her how gently he would hold her. On their first night together, Ulfat steps into a room full of doubt and finds a love that burns slow, patient, and devastatingly deep. Behind the reputation, behind the power, Rehman belongs only to her - and for one night, the world outside ceases to exist. There are vows spoken aloud... and vows written in skin and breath.