This is a story about deception, patriotism, violence and crime related with the life of Agent. Jaiskirat Singh Rangi. A dhurandhar series book . Trilogy , please read the previous books for better understanding. 18+ book, containing, blood, violence, illicit nudity, watch on your own risk. The story starts from his previous infidelity which led to his life imprisonment, later given a purpose to work for his country in a foreign land. A stranger in the land of shadows. The timeline circulates around his life in Pakistan as an agent and his lovelife. (Story is written either in Hamza or Author's pov)

Though it's a fanfiction but you can read it even if you are not aware of 'Dhurandhar' movie or 'Dhurandhar fandom'. Only the characters' name and the RAW-ISI dynamic has been taken from that movie. "You are bringing the ghosts of your work into our home, Major Sahab. Be careful..." "Let them come, Mallika. My fire is the only thing keeping this house alive."

What if Rehman's wife- Ulfat Baloch was from Haryana???

"Marry me and I'll discontinue the gangwar."

Literally one shots (some divided in two due to length) of dhurandhar I only write y/n x character Oc x character is not my cup of tea Hope you all enjoy

Jaskirat Singh Raangi × Vaani Sanyal "I'd rather kill myself than get married again." She said giving an almost annoyed eye roll. A few months later "Isse toh shaadi karungi..." She whispered to herself, a somewhat smile almost cracked from her ever so professional expression, looking at the man sitting, well more like snoring infront of her. The chaos and trauma that had consumed him a few months ago been replaced by an equally striking sense of peace.

Kaisa lagta hai jab tum apni mitti se hazaaron meel door ho... ek paraaye mulk mein nahi, balki dushman ki sarzameen par. Jahan tumhara naam jhootha hai, pehchaan jhoothi hai, pesha jhootha hai... aur zindagi ka har pal ek dhokha. Phir bhi andhere ke beech ek roshni dikhai deti hai. Ek aisi roshni... jo tumhe bacha bhi sakti hai aur mita bhi sakti hai. Jo dheere-dheere tumhari rooh mein utarti hai... tumhe badalti hai... aur shayad tumhe andar hi andar kha jaati hai. Lekin jab baat desh ki ho... toh mohabbat, dard aur pehchaan sab peeche reh jaate hain. Kyuki kuch log jeene ke liye nahi bheje jaate... Woh bheje jaate hain desh ko bachane ke liye. Dushman ke ghar mein ghus kar uski saazishon ko aag lagane ke liye. Aur jab waqt aata hai... toh woh khud bhi us aag mein jalne se nahi darte

Hamza has emerald eyes that see through every lie, and hands that leave marks as permanent as his promises. Ours is a union forged in blood and dark obsession, a war of wills where the only casualty is my freedom. Welcome to The Emerald Cage-where the monster is my husband, and his possessiveness is the only home I have left.

𝘈 𝘋𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 She woke up on cold concrete. No memories. No voice. No name. One moment, she was a nineteen-year-old girl in 2025 Tamil Nadu. Next, she was bleeding in a dark alley in 2005 Karachi, with no idea how she got there or who she even was. She must learn to survive in a world of violence, politics, and dangerous men. But something is wrong. Not just with her missing memories. Something deeper. Something darker. A feeling she can't shake. A dread that wakes her at night. Flashes of things that haven't happened yet. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵. And time is running out. The problem? She's voiceless, nameless, and trapped in a house full of secrets. And then there's Hamza. The man with dark eyes and darker secrets. The one who watches her like she matters. The one who whispers: "You rise from darkness. You bloom anyway." He speaks as if he loves her. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. What she doesn't know: ↳ Hamza isn't who he claims to be ↳ His marriage is part of a dangerous game ↳ The lies he tells might be the only thing keeping her alive What he doesn't know: ↳ She's not from this time ↳ Her nightmares are warnings ↳ Some fires can't be controlled once lit In a world of spies and gangsters, where loyalties shift like sand, and love is just another weapon. She can't save everyone. But she can make them pay.

They met long before they ever saw each other's faces. Through prison walls and stolen letters, two strangers became each other's refuge. Then the letters stopped, and she was told he was no more Years later, under the name Noor, she is sent to work beside one of the most powerful men in Pakistan. The moment she sees his green eyes, she knows. He's alive. He doesn't recognize her. And while the world was made to see a brother and sister, Noor is forced to live beside the man she once mourned. A story written in ink and blood. This story is inspired by the blockbuster film Dhurandhar.