A special one shot of Rehmat with their family. A cute story of Rehman and Ulfat with their babies.

I was only nineteen when the world around me decided my fate before I could even speak. The walls of our home weren't safe-they were full of whispers, expectations, and a silence heavier than any punishment. I learned early that a daughter's voice is small, but the echoes of what is taken from her are loud. I didn't know then how much love could hurt, how survival could feel like shame, or how strength could grow quietly in the corners of a life forced into someone else's story. Some stories begin with a choice. Mine began when there was none. -🕊️

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

This fanfiction is a purely fictional, slowburn reimagining inspired by the characters Rehman Dakait and Ulfat from Dhurandhar. It does not reflect, represent, or accurately depict any real individuals, events, or historical realities in any way, shape, or form. In no way am I supporting or condoning the terrorism that was carried out by these people in real life. Rehman is a powerful mafia street-lord ruling the city's underworld with calculated control and ruthless precision. Ulfat, bound to him through circumstance rather than choice, enters a marriage built on strategy, survival, and unspoken bargains. What begins as a cold alliance slowly unravels into something far more complicated, as guarded glances turn into reluctant trust, and power struggles blur into unexpected tenderness. Set against the backdrop of crime, loyalty, and danger, the story explores how even in the darkest corners of a fractured life, love can emerge in the most unlikely ways. *** Mature themes: violence, gore, offensive language

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)

He ruled the city with bullets, blood, and fear. No one looked into Rehman Dakait's eyes and lived to tell the tale until she did. She walked into his world like a mistake he should've killed. Soft hands, innocent eyes, a mouth that challenged every rule he made. He wanted peace. She gave him war. He wanted control. She made him lose it. He wanted to stay away. But she tasted like sin... and he'd been starving his whole life. In the underworld, love is a weakness. But with her, it becomes his most dangerous obsession. This isn't love. This is possession. This is Rehman Dakait's Dark Romance.

In a house frozen by grief, a cold widower marries the surgeon who saved his son-not for love, but to give the boy a mother. Amidst the sterile silence of a "shrine" dedicated to a dead woman, a slow-burning fire begins to thaw a heart that had sworn itself to the grave.

After eighteen years of marriage, Ulfat and Rehman still loved like newlyweds-quietly, fiercely, completely. Their children were the center of their world, their anchor in a life surrounded by danger. But one night, everything changes. A hospital corridor. A doctor who cannot meet their eyes. A child who will never come home again. Ulfat collapses under the weight of a loss no mother should bear. Rehman-strong, feared, unshakeable-crumbles beside her, silent and shattered. Their love is tested not by enemies, but by fate. And now they must learn how to breathe again in a world that feels permanently dimmed.

𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝘽𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙝-a feared gangster with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul-loses everything except the strange pull he feels toward the woman who claims to be his wife. As forgotten memories, buried grief and dangerous enemies begin surrounding them, Ulfat Hasin Baloch finds herself falling for the same man twice-once as the monster the world feared, and once as the broken stranger trying to remember how to love her again. ( 𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 ) @𝙖𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨