The Grave For Two
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Lyari: The Unseen Empire
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?
DAKAIT'S GHOST
[REQUESTED FIC] So , apparently people loved my last Rehman dakait fiction so much and requested more of Rehman and Shyla parts . But this is not the same story spin off or anything. This will be romantically based and a different storyline unlike my last storyline which was based on violence, spy-thrill and a lot of betrayals. I really hope you will love this fiction as much as the last one but make sure to support the previous trilogy. Story written in third person's povComplete
Ruhaniyaa: Years Later
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
Sher-E-Baloch
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.Complete
Mannat-e-Rehmat
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...😄🌸
Amanat-E-Darmiyaan.
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.Complete
A Heart Without A Map
This story is a fanfiction of rehman Ulfat, rehman returns after the encounter with sp aslam but he forgets his soul somewhere.Complete
Prequel Of Rehmat ✨
I'm writing the prequel of Rehmat. This is where it all begins-before love, before blood, before promises. A small request to everyone reading this fanfic: please wear your earbuds 🎧 and play the Saiyaara movie BGM while reading. I promise you- the emotions will hit harder, the silences will speak louder, and the moments will feel painfully real... because some stories are meant to be felt, not just read. 🤍✨ Stay with me on this journey.Complete
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?
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