Hamzaalimazari Histoires

He was trained to lie. She was never meant to question. Hamza lives behind a carefully crafted identity - a spy bound by duty, secrets, and a past he can never reveal. Love was never part of the mission... until Yalina. She trusts him without hesitation, loving him for who she believes he is, unaware that every moment they share is shadowed by truth he cannot confess. As his world of deception collides with her unwavering faith, Hamza must choose between the life he was assigned and the love he never expected. حمزہ و یالینا

Their marriage was approved by the state. Their emotions were never part of the plan. Hamza Ali Mazari and Zara Mazari are elite Indian intelligence operatives-legally married, strategically paired, and emotionally detached. Their union isn't built on love, but on clearance levels, shared files, and a mission that requires them to exist as husband and wife on paper. Nothing more. When they are deployed into Lyari, Karachi, their marriage becomes the perfect cover. A couple draws less attention. A couple is trusted. A couple survives longer. But Lyari is not a place that respects plans-or boundaries. There is no romance between them. No promises. No softness. Only professionalism, discipline, and the understanding that failure is not an option. As the mission unfolds-mirroring one of the agency's most classified operations-the lines begin to blur. Not slowly. Not gently. But violently, under gunfire, whispered strategy, and moments where survival depends on trusting the other more than the system that trained them. What begins as coordination turns into instinct. What begins as obligation turns into something neither of them is trained to handle. Because love was never supposed to exist here. And if it does, it becomes the most dangerous liability of all. In Lyari, they were sent in as spies. They may not come out the same people.

Akshaye Khanna x Maya Malhotra (OC) A story about two actors brought back together by a film soaked in violence and loss-and by emotions they never fully buried. As cameras roll and characters grieve on screen, old wounds reopen behind the scenes. What begins with silence, unfinished anger, and aching familiarity slowly turns into something fragile, raw, and real. This is a tale of love finding its way back through grief, memory, and the spaces between "cut" and "action."

She came to the enemy country with a purpose- not to be seen, not to be known, and definitely not to be remembered. Iqra Amir, the 23-year-old daughter of diplomat Qadir Amir, arrives in Karachi with only two things she trusts- her faith and her mission. She has crossed borders not for politics, but for women. Girls who vanish without noise. Women whose cries dissolve into the dark veins of Lyari. And every breadcrumb of truth, every whispered name, every tremor in the victims' stories leads to one man- Rehman Dakait. While the world fears him, Iqra prepares to face him. Silent, steady, unshaken. But fate plays dirty. Because before she ever reaches Rehman, she collides with a man she has never heard of- a man who is not used to being unknown. Uzair Baloch. Second-in-command. Shadow of Lyari. The kind of danger that doesn't need to raise his voice- his silence is enough. Their first meeting is nothing like destiny. Just a question in the wind, a dupatta fighting the Karachi breeze, a name spoken in an accent he can't place. "Kon ho aap?" "Iqra... Iqra hain hum." She walks away without fear. He watches her without understanding why. She thinks he's a man guarding crates at the port. He thinks she's a foreigner who doesn't belong anywhere near Lyari. Neither knows the truth about the other. Neither knows how tightly their paths will tangle. Neither knows that the enemy country has already placed them on the same chessboard. Iqra is here to expose the darkness. Uzair is born from it. And when the storm finally breaks, only one question will matter- Is she his weakness, or is she the one woman strong enough to walk into Lyari and walk out alive?

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Betrayal doesn't come from enemies. And that is perhaps the saddest part of it all.

Rehman Dakait has never learned how to love gently. Power taught him control. Violence taught him survival. Love was never part of the lesson. Until Ayesha Khan. She enters his life by mistake - a woman of faith and quiet strength, untouched by the world that made him ruthless. Where others fear him, she sees the man beneath the reputation. Where others stay silent, she speaks - not to challenge him, but to remind him of his humanity. Rehman doesn't fall slowly. He falls hard. Protective to the point of danger. Devoted in ways that frighten even him. Loving her with a loyalty so intense it borders on obsession. A story of a feared man who loves with his whole soul, a woman who becomes his anchor, and a bond strong enough to shake an empire built on blood and power. Because when Rehman Dakait loves... He loves completely.

I sat with my anger long enough Until she told me Her real name was grief... Rehman grieves the son he lost and the family he was slowly losing. Ulfat reminds him that sometimes the burden of pain shared can make the scales tilt if only towards the right side of bearable. [Rehman x Ulfat]