This story follows Rehman Dakait to be an undercover spy for India, stuck in a catastrophe with a reader (of the same intelligence department from his homeland) finding herself stranded behind enemy lines in Lyari with no contact back. Only connection back home is the agent she worked on in his initial stage of the mission. How would this connection unravel further?

This story is a fanfiction of rehman Ulfat, rehman returns after the encounter with sp aslam but he forgets his soul somewhere.

In the city of lights, on the quiet outskirts of Kashi, stands a little place where coffee smells like comfort, flowers bloom like hope, and books whisper forgotten stories. That place belongs to Janhvi.. A girl with shoulder-length hair, warm hazel eyes, and a smile bright enough to make strangers forget their sadness. People say no one can stay unhappy around her. She laughs like sunshine, speaks like calm rain, and makes every lonely heart feel at home. They come to her cozy café - attached to a small flower shop and a quiet library - not just for coffee, but for her light. To the world, she is the sunshine of sad people. But the world doesn't know the truth. Behind her prettiest eyes live nights full of silent tears. Behind her soft laughter hide scars from a past that tried to break her. They say, "The prettiest eyes have cried the most, and the cutest smiles have suffered the deepest pain." If that saying was written for anyone, it was written for Janhvi Raidas - an orphan who learned to hide storms behind sunshine. Yet she shines. Every single day. Until one day, someone walks into her little café. Abhishek. Charming. Handsome. Full of life. A young cricketer at the peak of his career, loved by his family, admired by friends, and cheered by thousands. Where Janhvi hides her storms behind a smile, Abhishek lives like a burst of sunlight - fearless, loud, and alive. Two completely different worlds. One hides pain behind laughter. The other brings life wherever he goes. But the moment Abhishek looks into Janhvi's hazel eyes... He sees what no one else ever noticed. The pain beyond her smile. And that is where their story begins.

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?

I'm writing my new story ✨ A story about Tarun Saluja-his charm, his silences, and the love he hasn't found yet. Just like Prequel Of Rehmat, this story will come with a song for every chapter-because some emotions are better felt than explained. 🎶🖤 Welcome to my world of words, where you're free to drown... without thinking, without escaping, just feeling. I hope you'll love this journey as much as I loved writing it. 🤍

1998 In the blood-soaked labyrinth of Lyari, power is the only currency. Zoya Ali Zardari, the "People's Princess" and daughter of a political titan, trades her gilded cage for the grit of the streets to find the truth behind the headlines. There, she crosses paths with Rehman Baloch, a silent, scarred Don forged in the fires of gang warfare. One midnight collision and a glimpse of emerald eyes behind a dupatta spark an impossible attraction. As rival gangs clash and bullets fly, a dangerous game of courtship begins, proving that even in a fortress of scars, love is the deadliest weapon. Tropes : Forbidden Love Grumpy x Sunshine Gangster x Princess Love at First Sight

MOHLAT, It implies they are taking their time to fall in love. For Ulfat, love isn't a fleeting emotion or a romanticized "happily ever after." It is a foundational state of being. She views love as a form of worship. To her, loving someone isn't about possession; it's about the sanctity of the connection. She believes that true love is selfless and requires a degree of ego-dissolution. She isn't interested in loud declarations or expensive gifts. To Ulfat, love lives in The comfort of a shared silence and The loyalty maintained when no one is watching. For Rehman, love isn't a fairytale or a poetic distraction; it is a vulnerability. His thoughts on the subject are often shaped by the dangerous world he inhabits. Rehman treats love with a certain level of suspicion. In his line of work, emotional attachments are "weak points" that enemies can exploit. He often views falling in love as losing a layer of armor, making one's judgment cloudy and their actions predictable. To Rehman, love isn't about flowery words or public displays. It is found in protection and sacrifice. If he cares for someone, he won't tell them; he will ensure their safety from the shadows. His "love" is a silent pact of guardianship. What will happen when their worlds will collide.

Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself. Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home. She wants a real marriage. He gives her a contract instead. No reasons. No explanations. Just rules. But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building. Two strangers. One contract. A house full of tension. A heart full of secrets. A marriage that was never meant to feel this real. Tropes: ✨ arranged marriage ✨ contract marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨ rich × middle class ✨ fall-first-but-deny-it ✨ slow-burn tension ✨ emotional healing arc

In a world where bloodlines are battlefields and loyalty is a death sentence, Veena Mobeen is a masterpiece of deception. To the elite of Karachi, she is the refined daughter of a powerful patriarch but in reality, she is an undercover Indian operative embedded deep within enemy lines. Her mission is the most dangerous of her career, to infiltrate the ruthless Lyari underworld, map its connection to transnational terrorist organisations and dismantle the network before it can ignite a regional firestorm. Standing in her way is Uzair Baloch, the second in command to the most feared man in the city, Rehman Dakait. Uzair is a man forged in the shadows of a relentless turf war, cold, calculated, and seemingly untouchable. He is the iron fist that enforces the gang's rule and the gatekeeper to the intelligence Veena needs. He has survived a lifetime of bullets and betrayals by trusting no one, making him the ultimate target for her strategic seduction. But as Veena weaves her web, the architect of the lie finds herself trapped in a structure of her own making. What began as a cold blooded play for information spirals into a raw, primal obsession. Uzair's devotion is as terrifying as it is absolute, his touch awakens a hunger in Veena that her training never prepared her for. Their story is a high stakes collision of national duty and forbidden desire. As the lines between her mission and her heart blur, Veena is forced to play a lethal game, to stop a terror plot, she must betray the man who has claimed her soul.

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."