Rehmanxulfat Stories

Dear Readers, Get ready, because we are diving straight into the deep end. This story does not begin with the slow, tentative steps of a new acquaintance. When the curtain rises on Chapter One, six months have already passed since Ulfat's footsteps first graced the Baloch Haveli as Rehman's wife. You will open the pages to find them already deeply intertwined-six months into a marriage that has completely altered the gravity of Lyari. For those of you wondering how a quiet, mature girl from the hills of Rawalpindi wound up in the iron-clad fortress of the Sher-e-Baloch, and how a ruthless king learned the language of a soft smile... sabar rakhiye (have patience). Do not worry. The intense, slow-burn magic of how they met, the secrets of their wedding night, and the unraveling of their love story will meet you beautifully in powerful, emotional flashbacks as the narrative unfolds. I am damn sure this story is going to wrap itself around your heart and not let go. This isn't just a romance. This is a universe of its own. It is a world heavy with raw affection, deep-rooted family emotions, staggering betrayals, high-stakes political conspiracy, explosive drama, and lethal mind games. And at the center of it all? An absolute, consuming, obsessive love that knows no boundaries. So, ladies and gentlemen, I would say... you are still not ready for this. This is going to be one of the biggest, most intense sagas I have ever written. Hold your breath, stay connected with me, and step into the dusty, golden streets of Lyari. The Lion is waiting. With love, ree.writes

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.

Ulfat Qureshi wants one thing: A story big enough to get her out of grimy Lyari. And she is one headline away from greatness. Or unemployment. Armed with a microphone, unreasonable confidence, and a cameraman with questionable survival instincts, she spends her days chasing stories and annoying important people. Then she starts asking questions about the wrong man. About Rehman Baloch. The feared god and king of Lyari. Now politicians stop talking. Shopkeepers lower their voices. And then, someone starts watching her back. And maybe a little too closely. (Contains journalism, terrible decisions, chai, and consequences.) *NOT MEANT TO PROMOTE ANY IDEAS OF TERRORISM OR HATRED*

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.

What if Rehman's wife- Ulfat Baloch was from Haryana???

"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.

So This collection includes, two part stories of Rehman,Ulfat,Hamza, Uzair and Iqbal. Once again, already posted on my tumblr page, putting it here too. @vcantwrite is my tumblr page.

Have you ever experienced a chaotic day where the water in your house runs out?? Yup, that's what happened today in The Baloch Household,on working hours.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 . ----★ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖺 , 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 , 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗅 . 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 , 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 . ----★ 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 19 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾r 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖻𝖺𝖽 . 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 , 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 , 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒊 . ----★ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 - FORCED MARRIAGE OLDER MAN X YOUNGER GIRL ANGST MORALLY GREY MMC INNOCENT MFL ----★ I am not a native speaker of english so kindly ignore any mistakes and do not copy the story . Also the story will be 18 plus . Enjoy .

Some moments just pass, some linger. In different cities, different worlds, Rehman and Ulfat live their lives unaware of each other's existence, yet there's a quiet thread that seems to pull them closer, a bond that exists in the spaces between hearts, even before they meet. Is it fate, chance, or something more? A feeling waiting to be recognized, a trust waiting to be given. When their paths finally cross, it will be more than just a meeting-it will be the start of something fragile, beautiful, and inevitable. They will laugh, stumble, and fall into a love that feels both timeless and immediate. But love, as it often does, will not be simple. Misunderstandings, past wounds, and the weight of expectations will test the trust that lies quietly between them. Every secret, every hesitation, every unspoken fear will become a part of the story that binds them, and sometimes, threatens to tear them apart. "Amanat-e-Darmiyaan" is a tale of hearts learning to recognize each other, of love held carefully like a sacred trust, and of the journey through longing, mistakes, and reconciliation toward something that might just survive the storms of life.

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

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]

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