Ishq-E-Imaan

Around Ulfat, even Rehmaan's monster learns restraint. When she speaks, the devil inside him lowers his eyes, not out of fear, but reverence. And when tears gather in her otherwise peaceful gaze, something ancient and violent stirs within him-not to harm her, never that, but to rise against the world that dared to make her cry.

He is a man whose name carries weight in the streets, whose presence alone is enough to silence rooms. He is powerful in ways that bend people, systems, and fate itself-yet in front of her, he is utterly powerless. The world knows him as cold, ruthless, unfeeling, but for a single glimpse of her face, for one unguarded smile, he would burn willingly and call it mercy.

For Rehmaan, she is not merely love. She is his Imaan, the belief that keeps him standing when everything else is stained. She is his devotion, his mohabbat, his ibaadat, wrapped into a single breath. She is his Jaan-the part of him that still knows how to feel.

To the world, he is a butcher, a gangster, a monster sculpted by violence and bloodshed, a man people fear and curse in the same breath. They call him heartless. They call him hell. But to her, he is safety. He is the steady anchor in a life full of storms, the quiet calm she returns to when everything feels too loud. He is her peace. He is her home.

And at the end of every day, when the noise fades and the masks fall away, when the monster sheds his crown and the world forgets his sins, only one truth remains: she is Rehmaan's Ulfat, and he is Ulfat's Rehmaan.
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Side ships:
Hamza&Yalina
Uzair&aarzu