"Kuch log zindagi mein ek hi baar milte hain." "Aur Ulfat?" "Woh meri ek baar hai." ___________________________________________________ The entire city feared Rehman Dakait. His name could silence a room. Ministers avoided crossing him, rivals feared him, and loyalty to him ran deeper than blood. Yet for all the power he possessed, there was one thing he never had-peace. Ulfat Siddiqui had spent her life believing men like Rehman were the reason Lyari bled. The daughter of the most respected man in the city, she belonged to a world that could never coexist with his. Falling in love was never part of the plan. But sometimes the heart chooses what the world forbids. And sometimes, one person becomes worth risking everything for. Because some people come into your life only once. And for Rehman Dakait... she was his one time.

Some debts are paid with money. Others demand blood. Ulfat Zarwari spent twenty-six years believing she would decide the course of her own life. Then her father made a deal. And suddenly, she belonged to Rehman Dakait. A man feared across Lyari. A man whose name carried more warnings than introductions. A man she despised long before she ever met him. The marriage was never meant to be a romance. It was an arrangement. A transaction. A bargain struck between people far more powerful than either of them. And if there was one thing Ulfat hated more than Rehman himself, it was being forced into a life she had never chosen. The feeling was entirely mutual. Because Rehman Dakait had built his empire on control. Yet somehow, the one person he could never control was the woman who now carried his name. What follows is not a love story. At least not at first. It is a war. A relentless battle of pride, resentment, and stubbornness. A marriage where every conversation feels like a challenge. Every compromise feels like defeat. And every victory comes at the cost of another scar. Neither of them knows how to surrender. Neither of them knows how to forgive. And neither of them is willing to be the first one to break. But hatred is a dangerous thing. Especially when it is forced to live under the same roof. Because there are only so many times two people can hurt each other before they begin to understand one another. Only so many nights spent wishing the other would leave before the thought becomes unbearable. Somewhere between fury and devotion. Between destruction and protection. Between the desperate need to walk away and the terrifying inability to do so. Something begins to grow. Something neither of them wants. After all, the most dangerous debts are never written on paper. They are written in love, foolish enough to believe they can remain untouched. Qarz-e-Mohabbat A debt neither of them intended to owe.

A promise made between enemies became the fate of their children. Forced into a marriage with the man she blames for her father's death, Ulfat Khan enters the world of Abdul Rehman Baloch-a feared king whose loyalty runs deeper than his reputation. In a world built on blood, betrayal, and power, one promise remains unbroken. Ahd-e-Wafa.

"In losing him she found longing, and in remembering him she survived."

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

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 the story of Rehman and Ulfat. This story is completely fictional. If this story hurts anyone's feelings, please understand that it is a work of fiction.I hope you like this story...😄🌸

In a city that remembers everything, two lives move dangerously close to each other. Ulfat Zafar Bhutto belongs to a world built on respectability and distance. Rehman Baloch rules one shaped by blood and consequence. This isn't coincidence, it's fate.

Fanfiction on dhurandhar.