Hamzaalimazari Stories

two spies. two lies. that were never supposed to entwine. an attraction that was never supposed to exist. the quiet lanes of lyari, home to both anayat and hamza - hides secrets they chase a common mission, unknowingly, in their own worlds, until they collided. pretending their hearts aren't involved. but somewhere between late nights, fake stories, guilty glances and unspoken care... the line between duty and love begins to blur. and in a world where trust can get you killed falling in love might be the most dangerous mission of all. hamza ali mazari x fem oc

Andheri raat mein jab chand nikalta hai, Tera chehra mujhe har jagah dikhta hai. Hum kitne bhi logon mein kyun na hon, Yeh dil sirf teri hi kami mehsoos karta hai.

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.

Spy Reader x Uzair Baloch

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.

Nargis Chaudhary, the daughter of SP Aslam Chaudhary was never even supposed to cross paths with Hamza. Something that starts quietly in secrecy pulls her into a world she was not meant to be a part of. What happens when her father finds out she is in love with a Baloch? And will she ever find the truth about Hamza?

"𝐪𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢?" "𝐐𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐢."

Nadaan Parindey "Some birds are born beneath different skies. They never stop loving each other; they only stop flying together." He arrived in Karachi carrying a name that wasn't his. She appeared only as a pair of familiar eyes. For a moment, he thought his mind had begun deceiving him again. Perhaps, There is a man who no longer exists. A girl who was never forgotten. A promise buried beneath the valleys of Kashmir. A city that knows neither mercy nor truth. Some stories are remembered because they have happy endings. because they were never allowed to have one.

What happens when an Indian spy get deployed on a mission to infiltrate a gang? Then honey traps a politician's daughter. He never meant to fall in love with her, but he did anyway and now what? "Mujhe maarna manzoor hai, lekin haarna nahi. Kyunki haar manna, ahsan rasta hota hai. Aur ahsan rasta lena, meri fitraat nahi." ~Hamza Ali Mazari "Usse dekha aur bas. Bina soche samjhe, maine usse beintehaa pyaar kiya. Woh meri mashooq hai, isilye saza nahi de sakti, lekin use bewafa nahi banne dungi." ~Yalina Jamali "Mujhe aap ke saath waqkt betana hai. Bas, itni si baat nahi maan sakte?" Yalina said with a cute and childish pout. "Teek hai, lekin ek shaart. Mujse pyaar mat karna. Manzoor hai?" Hamza said thinking that it would be easier if she didn't. "Afsoof. Bahut der ho chuki hai. Dil, dhadkan, dimag, jism aur rooh, sab aap ke naam ka hai. Ab kya hoga, kyunki jo chaiye, mujhe chaiye?" Yalina said while looking into Hamza's eyes. She said like a fact. Written in stone.

I used to write on Tumblr. Now I'm here! THIS FICTION IN NO WAY OR FORM ROMANTICIZES, PROPOGATES OR JUSTIFIES THE PEOPLE THESE CHARACTERS WERE BASED ON OR THEIR ACTIONS. THIS IS SOLELY BASED ON THE CHARACTERIZATION BY ACTORS IN THE SENSE OF THE MOVIE. This has been written with no intention of hurting anyone's religious sentiments, emotions or morals. If uncomfortable, please refrain from interacting. I do not permit posting of my work as it is or edited, or translated anywhere else with or without my permission.

Dhurandhar Characters x Reader Every Saturday, A New Disaster only on ਰੱਬ ਦਾ ਰੇਡੀਓ Namaskar, Satsriakal, and adaab. I'm K.Kaur, and you're watching Akal Gayi Tel Lene Every Saturday, we'll be checking in on a household where common sense packed its bags and left a long time ago. Where minor inconveniences become major crises. Where nobody learns from their mistakes. And where every week brings a brand-new disaster. So grab a cup of chai, get comfortable, and enjoy today's episode. Because things are about to go very, very wrong. --- Contents may include: poor decision making, unnecessary arguments, emotional support chai, missing household items, public and second-hand embarrassment, petty arguments, loud opinions, unsolicited advice, recurring disasters, kalesh, chugli, jhoot, questionable life choices, adults behaving like unsupervised children, temporary common-sense outages, and absolutely zero lessons learned.

» "...शायद इसीलिए आज भी जी रहा हूँ।" » आँखें चार होना ही बर्बादी नहीं होती। A man on a mission. A woman as his saviour. A world full of bloodshed. He wouldn't let fate make another cruel joke. --- 1st in #hamzaalimazari , 1st in #hamza , 6th in #urdu , 7th in #dhurandhar , 12th in #english , 25th in #hindi !! <3 (HAMZA ALI MAZARI - DHURANDHAR, '25) ©sylbeaniefr ; All rights reserved.

𝖍𝖆𝖋𝖘𝖆 𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖎, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖚𝖓𝖘 & 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖍 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ ɪʀᴀɴɪ x ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴍʟ

When darkness rules the city, a ruthless man finds his only anchor in a world meant to break him. Amidst blood and betrayal, a fierce protectiveness blooms that threatens to shatter the walls of a criminal empire. Can a sacred sanctuary survive when the past refuses to stay buried? "I chose your world and I chose your scars but I will not let the darkness take you."

Hamza ali mazari aka jaskirat and his sister Noor Ali mazari aka Tara are assigned for a high stakes mission where they have to collect information about the underworld of lyari a place, where there is no space for mistakes. one wrong step and the top assets are gone forever, what will happen when hamza and noor enters the gang of balochi, how will they survive? When love and loyalty comes in between what will noor and Hamza choose? #uzair #dhurandar #uzairbaloch

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.

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."

Segment/ Part 1 - Short Stories on DHURANDHAR Any dhurandhar paglu wants short stories then try out Part 2 of this book..... ♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎ Segment/Part 2 - stories based on ITV serials and some favorite couples . . Please do comment your ideas for my story and I will surely make it 😊

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.