They married each other as a deal, but if they had a chance again, they would marry each other for love. Zaraa Vadvaani and Rehman Dakait had entered into this relationship with no expectations at all, contended to stay together in relative peace. Fate, on the other hand, had different plans.

MOHLAT, It implies they are taking their time to fall in love. To Ulfat, Love

A marriage signed on paper was never meant to feel real. Rehman has already buried love once - along with the part of himself that believed in it. Hardened by a violent past and haunted by loss, he agrees to a contract marriage for reasons that have nothing to do with emotions and everything to do with necessity. Rules are clear. Boundaries are absolute. Feelings are forbidden. Ulfat, on the other hand, was supposed to have a different future - one built on choice, familiarity, and perhaps love. But a single incident shatters her plans, forcing her into an agreement that ties her life to a man who treats affection like a weakness. Under one roof, between unspoken grief and carefully drawn lines, resentment turns into understanding, silence into companionship, and distance into something far more dangerous. What begins as a temporary arrangement slowly becomes a battle neither of them expected - because the one condition written nowhere in the contract was the hardest to follow: Don't fall in love. A "slow-burn" story about healing, trust, and a love that grows where it was never meant to exist. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, universe, or original storyline referenced in this work. The characters of Rehman, Ulfat, and others are inspired by the film Dhurandhar, and all rights remain reserved with the original creators and makers. This is a purely fictional, non-commercial fan work created for creative and entertainment purposes only. The plot, events, and character developments in this story are entirely imagined and are not connected to the official narrative.

Dakait-e-Janaam In the restless lanes of Lyari, where sea wind carries both salt and gunpowder, power has a name - Rehman Dakait, the feared Sher-e-Baloch. He rules the streets with stillness instead of noise, strategy instead of spectacle. Politics bends around him. Men lower their gaze. Enemies calculate before breathing. But beyond the iron gates of his haveli exists a different kingdom. There, he is only a husband. Ulfat Jahan Baloch moves through the same city with quiet authority - composed, watchful, unbreakable. She understands the cost of loving a man the world calls dangerous. She also understands that beneath the legend lies a heart fiercely, almost foolishly devoted to her. As alliances shift and betrayal brews - as leaders turn, officers are reinstated, and blood stains the political chessboard - their marriage becomes sanctuary. Rehman never allows the violence of Lyari to cross the threshold of his home. Ulfat never lets fear eclipse faith. Yet tragedy does not knock before entering. When loss carves its mark into their lives, grief settles between them - not as division, but as shared silence. In a city built on ambition and survival, love becomes their most defiant act. Dakait-e-Janaam is not the story of a gangster's rise or fall. It is the story of a marriage that refuses to collapse under the weight of power, politics, and fate.

pairing: uzair baloch x oc summary: uzair comes to meet his beloved for one last time before she marries another man. oh, and the girl is arshad pappu's younger sister! *this is a three part short fic* disclaimer: this story is based on the characters in the movie Dhurandhar, written and directed by Aditya Dhar. this isn't related to the actions of their real-life counterparts.

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.

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

This book brings together multiple short stories, each unfolding over five to ten chapters, where Meerab and Murtasim exist in alternate universes and rewritten destinies.

She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

Uzair Baloch had always been the kind of man the world adjusted itself around, effortless in his charm, unwavering in his certainty, carrying the dangerous confidence of someone who had never truly been refused anything he desired. Doors opened. People stayed. And love, when it came, seemed inevitable. Ten years ago, there stood a girl who loved him without spectacle and without condition, a love so steady it did not need to be announced to be known. She understood the spaces between his words, the arrogance he mistook for strength, the softness he pretended not to possess. She chose him wholly, quietly, in ways that asked for nothing but sincerity in return. He mistook that devotion for permanence. He chose youth over responsibility, freedom over depth, the ease of being adored over the discipline of loving back. He convinced himself that something so constant could never truly leave, that a heart so certain would wait until he was ready. Time, however, does not negotiate with arrogance. And now she stands before him again, ten years later, not the girl who once lingered in his silences, but a woman composed of her own making, poised and self-contained, her life rebuilt without the need for his orbit. There is no accusation in her gaze, no lingering plea. Only distance. Only dignity. It unsettled him more than anger ever could. Because for the first time, Uzair Baloch feels the ground beneath him shift, feels the slow and devastating realization that what he once dismissed so casually had been the only thing that ever truly anchored him.