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All your life you spent starving for love, and when you finally accepted your fate suddenly it had other plans. Suddenly you had a family who loved you, and a certain someone too much at that, you don't know what to do with it.
"husband" who loves his wife like it's breathing x "wife" who thinks she's impossible to love
THIS FICTION IN NO WAY OR FORM ROMANTICIZES, PROPOGATES OR JUSTIFIES THE PEOPLE THESE CHARACTERS WERE BASED ON OR THEIR ACTIONS.
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I do not permit posting of my work as it is or edited, or translated anywhere else with or without my permission.
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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.
Cooking for the devil (REHMAN DAKAIT X READER)
She enters his house as a nobody. A kaamwali. A chef. Invisible. Rehman Dakait is not a man you look in the eye. He is blood on the streets, fear in whispers, and death served cold. No emotions. No mercy. No weakness. And yet... She cooks for him.Concluída
DON UZAIR BALOCH (BOOK 2)
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)Concluída
SULTAN: The blood of lyari
In the blood-stained dust of Lyari, Rehman ruled with a cold heart- until she challenged his throne. "They call me a monster, " he whispered, his calloused thumb tracing her lip."Lekin tumhare liye, mein puri duniya ko jala sakta hoon. Just tell me you're mine, and Lyari is yours."Concluída
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?
Devotion in the Dark
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.Concluída
NAFRAT | نفرت
Uzair Baloch-an omen whispered through Karachi's veins. Rehman Dakait's right hand, baptized in gunpowder and blood. His life was a procession of executions, smoke-filled rooms, and souls erased without hesitation. Violence wasn't his descent-it was his inheritance. Then, one night He meets her again after ages. The girl from before the rot set in. Untouched. Luminous. A living contradiction to the monster he has become. And in her quiet presence, amid the darkness he commands, Uzair realizes- this isn't salvation. It's temptation. The kind that ruins men far more surely than bullets ever could.
Uzair's Relentless Obsession
Before the gunshots. Before the bloodshed. Before the events of DHURANDHAR, There was UZAIR BALOCH. Feared In Lyari, Respected in Karachi. He was a man who never chased. Until one wedding night in Mumbai. Until he saw her... Until he saw Sayeeda... What began as a glance became an obsession... and ended in a nikkah (marriage) that pulled her into the underworld. Long before Dhurandhar began, this is how Uzair chose his obsession.
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.
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