Rehmanbaloch Stories

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I will be posting my one shots here - all of em a mdni and mature content, I will write the other trigger warning according to each one shot but yes do not read it if you are not comfortable since all of them will be dark romance, toxic relationship ( i do not promote such behaviour irl, stay away from men like this, stay smart, stay safe <3)

This is a fictional story inspired by the movie dhurandhar.

Fanfiction on dhurandhar.

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...😄🌸

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Rehman Dakait fanfic

Rehman Baloch the cold, Arrogant, Dark man but with a charm that no one notices he has been always dark never showing what he actually feels has lyari wrapped around his fingers every step he takes people shiver no dares to raise there voice or look at him dead in the eye in lyari. Suddenly one day he locks his eyes in with a girl who is mysterious, charming, but her eyes tell a way bigger story

"𝐪𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢?" "𝐐𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐢."

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?

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.

For twenty years, the Balochs and Qureshis have been enemies bound by blood, betrayal, and unfinished wars. When an unexpected marriage proposal forces their worlds to collide, Inaya Qureshi finds herself tied to the one man she was raised to hate-Uzair Baloch. But some stories begin long before two people meet, and some hearts remember what minds have long forgotten. A tale of loyalty, secrets, family, and a love that waited in silence for fifteen years. --- "How long, Uzair?" "Long enough to forget what my life looked like before you." "And if I had never chosen you?" "Then I would've spent the rest of my life protecting a woman who was never mine... because loving you was never a choice, Inaya. It was simply the longest thing I've ever done."

In the high-walled mansions of Karachi's elite, Ulfat lives a life of gilded silence. As the daughter of a powerful, cold-blooded politician, her future is a currency meant to be traded. When her father strikes a deal with the notorious Babu Dakait to marry her off to his volatile brother, Arshad Pappu, Ulfat realizes the walls are closing in. But the streets of Lyari belong to another man. Rehman Baloch-a ghost, a legend, and her father's greatest nightmare. In a world where every move is calculated, Ulfat decides to play the most dangerous card in the deck. She want a savior. But as the silent, brooding Rehman enters her life, the line between a hostage and a queen begins to blur. In the shadows of Lyari, a slow-burning fire is lit one that will either burn the city down or forge an empire neither of them expected.

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.

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.

Her eyes seemed deep. quiet. But never silent. His world was a black and white film who only knew one colour; crimson red. "Mai tumhe woh hifasat nahi de sakta jo koi sadhaan aadmi de paaye, meri jaan." "Koi baat nahi, hifasat naam ka shabd meri kitaabo me hai hi nahi." ("I cannot give you the safety an ordinary man can, my love.") ("It's okay, the word safety was never in my books anyway.") She is his power and his weakness. She is his colour in his film-like world. There might be some 18+ scenes, you will be warned before the paragraph comes on. enjoy reading :) comments and votes are appreciated!!

Haveli ki sangeen deewaron mein dabi ek sachai, jo har raat cheekhti hai. Rehman Dakait fanfic.

A Rehman Dakait story. Read it to find out 🎀🪔

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