Ulfat Stories

"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.

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.

"He feared the responsibility of love; she became the only life he wanted to protect."

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

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

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.

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

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*

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.

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.

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.

"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_ 😍😍

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.

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 my imagination after Rehman' s death , I don't want to suffer alone so I wrote this for u to suffer with me 😫. This story does not promote any terrorists, their names are used as a character in this story . This story contains original lyrics of songs - par channa de, sanu nehr wale pul and lambi judai .

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...😄🌸

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.

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

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

"𝐪𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢?" "𝐐𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐢."