Historias de Uzair

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.

They say his name in whispers. Uzair is not a man you look at for too long. Not a man you question. Not a man you cross. While Rehman Dakait rules the streets, Uzair walks beside him - ruthless, feared, untouchable. Violence follows him like a shadow. Loyalty is earned in blood. Mercy is a language he does not speak. Until her. Ayra was never meant to stand in his world. She doesn't belong to the gunshots, the politics, or the power games. She believes in softness where others believe in fear. The world knows Uzair as a monster. But in quiet moments, when the city sleeps and the chaos fades, he lowers his voice for only one person. This is not a story about politics. This is not a story about war. It is about the most dangerous man in the room... and the only girl who was never afraid to look him in the eyes. Feared by all. Soft for one.

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."

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

He's ice. She's fire. When they collided, nobody expected this fusion. Read more to find out what happens in dust covered Lyari when these two cross paths.

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*

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.

"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.

Sometimes the person we love most walk away when we need them next to us. Sometimes things happened that we never expected. Sometimes we expected so much from someone who never really cared about us. Something happens in Maham life that turned her life upside down. Something that makes her do something she never think about. Maham Sheikh is a simple girl who was living her life peacefully with her little family. She was going to marry the person she loves since she meet him first time. She can do anything for her family, but she didn't know that something happened which make her break from inside and do what her family wants. One incident takes everything from her, her dreams, her happiness and her husband.

Collection of oneshots (and drabbles maybe) based on the Indian movies - Dhurandhar (2025) and Dhurandhar: The Revenge (2026)

A fan fiction story of forced marriage with uzair baloch (of course ,not the real one!! ) A Rollercoaster ride of emotions and how love blooms.

"What makes me godless in your world, keeps me alive in mine." • Syeda Mahnoor Rizwi, Dhurandhar's newest recruitment. Her task was simple: take her allotted flight to Lyari, register as a local, find a home, beat/kill/rob/marry, settle as a native. And in exactly 21 months, your assignment will find you. 𝘖𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

#1 UZAIR tenung, Aira mengerling. Uzair berdeham, Aira batuk kecil. Awkward gila kot! Berputar sampai 360 darjah kehidupan Aira sebaik sahaja menjadi suri yang tak berapa nak berseri dalam hidup Uzair. Salah Aira? Tidak sama sekali. Uzair juga terima pernikahan aturan keluarga ini tanpa ada perkataan terpaksa di situ. Aira juga begitu. Lagipun bukan Aira tak tahu yang Uzair kahwin dengannya sebab sakit hati ditinggalkan Uya. Uyayaya sungguh Uya tu! Tak beragak nak tinggalkan Uzair yang super duper hot tu. "Kenapa tak makan nasi lemak tu?" tanya Aira. Uzair terus pacak pandangannya pada sambal nasi lemak yang merah menyala tu. Uish mahu berpesta semua cili tu dalam perut aku. "Saya tak makan pedas, " jawab Uzair ringkas. Aira mengangguk. "Hmmm patutlah..." Aira terangguk-angguk. "Apa yang patut?" Pantas Uzair mencelah. "Cili pun awak takut jadi tak mustahillah saya ni pun awak takut. Takut sampai tidur kat bilik sebelah. Tak gagah seorang lelaki tu kalau tak menyentuh haknya sendiri dunia dan akhirat, " Sengaja Aira pacu rasa amarah Uzair. Marah ke? Uzair cuma sengetkan bibir. "Nampak gelojoh seorang wanita itu pabila bibir mula menyoal tentang hubungan dalam kamar pada seorang lelaki, " bidas Uzair pula. Aira ketawa panjang lalu menggeleng lucu. "Lelaki? Lelaki keeeeeee?" Aira bangkit lalu membawa cawannya ke sinki. Uzair mengetuk meja makan dengan dua jarinya bersilih ganti. "Nenek memang niat nak mendera agaknya sebab bagi bekas pendebat ni masuk dalam hidup aku. Lemah lembut apanya? Mulut bisa macam duri ikan sembilang!" omel Uzair lalu bangkit untuk ke pejabat. Dia fikir Aira tu pekak? Aira menoleh ke belakang. Dia menggeleng "Nak makan ikan sembilang ke?" soal Aira. Tiada sahutan. Uzair sudahpun berlalu. Aira gigit bawah bibir. " Selamat berkenalan dengan Aira Binti Azad wahai Ahmad Uzair. Selamat bertabah juga aku ucapkan..." Dia tersenyum. Penuh makna.

Two strangers. Two worlds. A connection that begins in silence. In a city that never sleeps, fate has a way of bringing the unlikeliest people together. Nothing is as it seems, and every message, every glance, every moment holds a secret... one that could change everything.

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

My goal was simple. Build connections, gather intel, protect my nation, and maybe, just maybe, if I ever get a chance, finish off a few of the lyari underworld who terrorised and hurt my nation all these years. I wasn't here for love. Falling in love was never part of the plan. But then again, I suck at following plans.

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.

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