In the Dark (Uzair Baloch x Reader)
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A desk-working R&AW agent is given her first field mission. Her job? Just to make sure Jaskirat Singh Rangi as Hamza Ali Mazari is able to lead Mission Dhurandhar successfully. But her plan of being in the shadows takes a turn when she meets Rehman Dakait's right hand cum cousin, Uzair Baloch.
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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?
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βSach ya Jhooth?β βSaazish.β β In which, you don't know if you want to kiss him or k!ll him. Β©whereissanz
Dhurandhar: The love story of a spy
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.
ββΛβΉ NAQAAB βΉΛβ | Rehman Dakait
Jameel Jamali was drowning in the ruthless world of Indian politics... until she arrived. βAfter years of "studying abroad," Adah has finally returned. To the public, she is the shy, soft-spoken daughter stepping in to support her father's failing grip on power. But behind her quiet demeanor lies a mind that calculates every move and a gaze that sees far more than she lets on. βAt a crowded political gathering, she meets Rehman. What begins as a subtle game of ankh michauli , shadows and glances , it quickly turns into a high-stakes interrogation. Rehman knows a facade when he sees one, and he is determined to find out what Jameel Sahab is truly hiding behind his daughter's innocent smile. βHe is looking for a scandal. He might just find a heart β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘β‘
Der Se Hi Sahi - Uzair Baloch & Female MC
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.
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After the tragic death of your nephew, Naieem, your brother, Rehman Dakait, the most feared Don of Lyari, makes an unexpected decision. He hires an unlikely man: a quiet juice stall worker who just happened to be at the wedding that night. When chaos broke out, he didn't run. He tried-desperately, stubbornly, to save Naieem, refusing to give up even when it was clear he was outmatched. He couldn't save him... but in the midst of it all, he managed to pull your younger nephew, Faizal, to safety. He is a mystery-reserved, watchful. All you know is that he's a Baloch orphan from Quetta. At first, it's nothing. Just fleeting glances. Brief, accidental touches. But slowly, something begins to shift, curiosity turning into fascination, and fascination into something far more dangerous. In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and blood, what happens when you find yourself drawn to a man who was only ever meant to be a stranger... but chose to stay when everyone else ran?Complete
Dhurandar - Love And Lies
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
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Woven in silence | Uzair Baloch
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A Lesson For The General : Uzair Baloch
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These Violent Deceptions (A Dhurandhar Fanfiction)
In a world where bloodlines are battlefields and loyalty is a death sentence, Veena Mobeen is a masterpiece of deception. To the elite of Karachi, she is the refined daughter of a powerful patriarch but in reality, she is an undercover Indian operative embedded deep within enemy lines. Her mission is the most dangerous of her career, to infiltrate the ruthless Lyari underworld, map its connection to transnational terrorist organisations and dismantle the network before it can ignite a regional firestorm. Standing in her way is Uzair Baloch, the second in command to the most feared man in the city, Rehman Dakait. Uzair is a man forged in the shadows of a relentless turf war, cold, calculated, and seemingly untouchable. He is the iron fist that enforces the gang's rule and the gatekeeper to the intelligence Veena needs. He has survived a lifetime of bullets and betrayals by trusting no one, making him the ultimate target for her strategic seduction. But as Veena weaves her web, the architect of the lie finds herself trapped in a structure of her own making. What began as a cold blooded play for information spirals into a raw, primal obsession. Uzair's devotion is as terrifying as it is absolute, his touch awakens a hunger in Veena that her training never prepared her for. Their story is a high stakes collision of national duty and forbidden desire. As the lines between her mission and her heart blur, Veena is forced to play a lethal game, to stop a terror plot, she must betray the man who has claimed her soul.
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Dhurandhar fanfiction- one shots and drabbles.
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.
Dhurandhar Characters OneShots
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Typing Hearts. An Uzair Baloch Book.
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.
dhurandhar one shots
one shots of different characters from the movie includes fluff, smut, angst disclaimer: these are based on the characters in the movie Dhurandhar, written and directed by Aditya Dhar. this isn't related to the actions of their real-life counterparts.
Ek Aayat Si ~ Rehman Dakait & Female MC
A feared man who rules through silence. A surgeon who refuses to see him as anything but a patient. When fate forces Aayat Mirza into the guarded world of Rehman Baloch, power meets indifference, and terror meets quiet defiance. What begins as a matter of survival turns into an unsettling game of control, curiosity, and unspoken boundaries. In a world where fear is currency and dominance is law, one woman's refusal to bend becomes the most dangerous thing of all.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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