Ulfat Stories

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 Love is passion. Love is pain. Love is peace. Eternity is love. Destruction is love. Loyalty is love. Betrayal is love. Yearning is love. Care is love. Devotion is love. Even deception is love. Welcome to the Ocean of Love- where every wave carries a different name, yet every name means only one thing... Love. This is the story of Ulfat Rehman. A story of betrayal. A story of never letting go. A story of choosing love, even after every heartbreak. A story of never giving up.

MOHLAT, It implies they are taking their time to fall in love. For Ulfat, love isn't a fleeting emotion or a romanticized "happily ever after." It is a foundational state of being. She views love as a form of worship. To her, loving someone isn't about possession; it's about the sanctity of the connection. She believes that true love is selfless and requires a degree of ego-dissolution. She isn't interested in loud declarations or expensive gifts. To Ulfat, love lives in The comfort of a shared silence and The loyalty maintained when no one is watching. For Rehman, love isn't a fairytale or a poetic distraction; it is a vulnerability. His thoughts on the subject are often shaped by the dangerous world he inhabits. Rehman treats love with a certain level of suspicion. In his line of work, emotional attachments are "weak points" that enemies can exploit. He often views falling in love as losing a layer of armor, making one's judgment cloudy and their actions predictable. To Rehman, love isn't about flowery words or public displays. It is found in protection and sacrifice. If he cares for someone, he won't tell them; he will ensure their safety from the shadows. His "love" is a silent pact of guardianship. What will happen when their worlds will collide.

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

A fanfiction on Rehman Dakait's rise to power pre-Dhurandhar. NOTE! : This is a fictional story and is not based on the real life criminal. Please be mindful when reading it. WARNINGS! : Contains mature content. Read at your risk.

She wrote an article. He took it personally. Ulfat Shah, a journalist with a habit of asking dangerous questions, never expected her latest article to land her face-to-face with the city's most feared man. Rehman Dakait has spent years building his empire through power, influence, and fear and he refuses to let a single headline threaten it. When a threat turns into blackmail, Ulfat finds herself forced into the last job she ever wanted: becoming the PR manager of the man she despises. The only problem? Chaos looks good on them.

"𝐪𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢?" "𝐐𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐢."

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...😄🌸

short Muslim love stories written in a mixture of Hindi and Urdu dialogues with English descriptions. translations available...

"I never thought never did I know .... I would be standing here ....I never imagined I would stay away from my family and my friends whom I consider as my life ..... Had this not been my dream I ......." Whispered heart to her mind. "But I am in touch with them ..... It's not my fault..... Sometimes in order to get or reach something you have to leave or move away ..... Its not that I have forgotten.... But practically I don't think I am wrong ......"answered back her mind. ******************************************** "Where is she?!.... Where could she be?!..."wondered he. "I think you have gone crazy..... How can you spend your two years looking for someone who you don't know....."Answered his friend... "I know her ...." Was the cold reply from him before his friend could finish his phrase. "Really what do you know..."before he could get an answer "let me tell you how much you know about her, it's just that u know ... actually think to know that is her name starts with a 'N' and you have seen her 'intoxicating eyes' which has made you go crazy behind her......." was the quick reply from his friend who was helped by his fingers for emphasizing those words left incomplete after seeing his friends expression changing. "You will never understand" came up from him and with a jerk he was gone. Re-named as Ulfat (earlier known as Dreams vs Emotions) Cover pic by MICKEY @_Hxl1m4_ 😍😍

Some love stories don't end with a final chapter - they simply wait for a new edition. This is the tale of the Returning Soul: the quiet belief that when two hearts are bound deeply enough, even death becomes a pause, not an ending. Rehan and Mahi are not new, they are echoes, the living reflections of Rehman and Ulfat. Fate has a strange poetry to it. It changes the setting, the time, the names... yet preserves the essence, untouched. It grants a second chance to the stories that were never truly finished. But fate is never kind without balance. If it offers you another beginning... it always asks for something in return.

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

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.

Rehman and Ulfat's love was never ordinary. In the narrow streets of Lyari, it burned fierce and loud. Life tried to tear them apart, but even death could not silence what was written in their souls. Nineteen years after their wedding, Rehman and Ulfat stand at the crossroads of memory and reality. This is Ruh-e-Ulfat, a story of love, loss, and souls intertwined, where fire and calm, chaos and silence, exist together in a bond that death cannot undo. رحمان و الفت

This story is a fanfiction of rehman Ulfat, rehman returns after the encounter with sp aslam but he forgets his soul somewhere.

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?

Ruh-e-Ulfat |رُوحِــالفت|- The Soul of Love Before the storms, before the battles and broken streets, there was a love that burned quietly, beautifully, and fiercely. Rehman and Ulfat met in a world full of chaos, yet somehow, their hearts found each other amidst the noise. The first glances, the shy smiles, the stolen moments - each one building a bond stronger than words could capture. Their early marriage was a dance of laughter and quiet understanding, of whispered promises in the night and gentle reassurances by day. Every argument ended with tenderness, every disagreement with patience, because love - raw, real, and untested - had a way of filling every crack. This is Ruh-e-Ulfat: a story of beginnings, of hearts entwined, of moments before the world demanded sacrifices, and of a love so alive it could conquer even the shadows yet to come. ~Inspired by Dhurandhar (2025). 🕯️🦢

This story is of two souls separated by duties, nations, actions and bodies but somewhere in between they learned to beat into each other's heart. It explores a complex relationship between them in many ways.

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.

I can't stop thinking about Rehman' s death and what would have happened if someone had caught what was going on. so, this fic is that Ulfat travelled back in time before Naeem's death. This is her not giving a fuck and girlbossing her way to a happy ending . story does not promote any terrorists; these characters are based on portrayal of them in the movie. k byeee

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]