Uzairbaloch mga kuwento

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.

He's the name whispered in fear. She's protected by power and politics. Falling in love was never part of the plan but neither of them knows how to walk away.

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?

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

This is a series book. book 2 of Dhurandhar series. This is an 18+ storyline, including, blood, murder, illegal business , torture, crime, illicit nudity and romance. watch at your own risk The story setting revolves around the life of Uzair baloch, Rehman's confidant , right hand man/brother. He had his hands bloodied through every crime he committed under Rehman's reign and even beyond. He had his own little community under Rehman's leadership.Commiting 100's of notorious crimes around karachi.People respected and feared him equally. His life was under control and same as any other day involving all kinds of illicit businesses until one day a storm called Zeina Sheikh entered his life. Changing his entire life's balance. But they both Belonged from two enemy gangs , so how will he conquer her? Read to figure out the wild chemistry between a calm, cold controller and an innocent , chill, dominating woman . (This story is written either Uzair's or author's pov)

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.

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.

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!!

Their marriage was approved by the state. Their emotions were never part of the plan. Hamza Ali Mazari and Zara Mazari are elite Indian intelligence operatives-legally married, strategically paired, and emotionally detached. Their union isn't built on love, but on clearance levels, shared files, and a mission that requires them to exist as husband and wife on paper. Nothing more. When they are deployed into Lyari, Karachi, their marriage becomes the perfect cover. A couple draws less attention. A couple is trusted. A couple survives longer. But Lyari is not a place that respects plans-or boundaries. There is no romance between them. No promises. No softness. Only professionalism, discipline, and the understanding that failure is not an option. As the mission unfolds-mirroring one of the agency's most classified operations-the lines begin to blur. Not slowly. Not gently. But violently, under gunfire, whispered strategy, and moments where survival depends on trusting the other more than the system that trained them. What begins as coordination turns into instinct. What begins as obligation turns into something neither of them is trained to handle. Because love was never supposed to exist here. And if it does, it becomes the most dangerous liability of all. In Lyari, they were sent in as spies. They may not come out the same people.

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.

Rehman Dakait has never learned how to love gently. Power taught him control. Violence taught him survival. Love was never part of the lesson. Until Ayesha Khan. She enters his life by mistake - a woman of faith and quiet strength, untouched by the world that made him ruthless. Where others fear him, she sees the man beneath the reputation. Where others stay silent, she speaks - not to challenge him, but to remind him of his humanity. Rehman doesn't fall slowly. He falls hard. Protective to the point of danger. Devoted in ways that frighten even him. Loving her with a loyalty so intense it borders on obsession. A story of a feared man who loves with his whole soul, a woman who becomes his anchor, and a bond strong enough to shake an empire built on blood and power. Because when Rehman Dakait loves... He loves completely.

What happens when an Indian spy get deployed on a mission to infiltrate a gang? Then honey traps a politician's daughter. He never meant to fall in love with her, but he did anyway and now what? "Mujhe maarna manzoor hai, lekin haarna nahi. Kyunki haar manna, ahsan rasta hota hai. Aur ahsan rasta lena, meri fitraat nahi." ~Hamza Ali Mazari "Usse dekha aur bas. Bina soche samjhe, maine usse beintehaa pyaar kiya. Woh meri mashooq hai, isilye saza nahi de sakti, lekin use bewafa nahi banne dungi." ~Yalina Jamali "Mujhe aap ke saath waqkt betana hai. Bas, itni si baat nahi maan sakte?" Yalina said with a cute and childish pout. "Teek hai, lekin ek shaart. Mujse pyaar mat karna. Manzoor hai?" Hamza said thinking that it would be easier if she didn't. "Afsoof. Bahut der ho chuki hai. Dil, dhadkan, dimag, jism aur rooh, sab aap ke naam ka hai. Ab kya hoga, kyunki jo chaiye, mujhe chaiye?" Yalina said while looking into Hamza's eyes. She said like a fact. Written in stone.

"All we have is impossible, To live or die with you---- it comes to the same thing for me anyway. Without you, what am I? Brotherless, fatherless, friendless." Rehman Dakait is gone. Uzair Baloch mourns the man who had been his older brother, his protector and his father in all things that mattered.

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

Some lives are shaped quietly. Others are decided in rooms where doors are closed. Ulfat Hassan has always lived within limits she never questioned. Rehman Dakait rules a city that answers to no one. When their worlds cross, it is not by accident, nor by emotion-but by necessity. What follows is not spoken aloud, not rushed, and not easily undone. Set between Karachi and Lyari, this is a story of power, silence, and the unseen cost of decisions made far from those who must live with them. Some storms arrive without warning. Others are invited in.

One mistake. One video that was never meant to exist. And a town that finds it far too entertaining. For Uzair Baloch, reputation was everything. For y/n, silence felt like survival. When that one video turns their lives upside down, chaos, comedy, and unexpected emotions collide, proving that love sometimes shows up in the most awkward situations.

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]