Dhurandhar Stories

He's ice. She's fire. When they collided, nobody expected this fusion. Read more to find out what happens in dust covered Lyari when these two cross paths.

two spies. two lies. that were never supposed to entwine. an attraction that was never supposed to exist. the quiet lanes of lyari, home to both anayat and hamza - hides secrets they chase a common mission, unknowingly, in their own worlds, until they collided. pretending their hearts aren't involved. but somewhere between late nights, fake stories, guilty glances and unspoken care... the line between duty and love begins to blur. and in a world where trust can get you killed falling in love might be the most dangerous mission of all. hamza ali mazari x fem oc

A spy who started to work for the ISI officer '' Major Iqbal'' But unknowingly making a place in his heart.

They met long before they ever saw each other's faces. Through prison walls and stolen letters, two strangers became each other's refuge. Then the letters stopped, and she was told he was no more Years later, under the name Noor, she is sent to work beside one of the most powerful men in Pakistan. The moment she sees his green eyes, she knows. He's alive. He doesn't recognize her. And while the world was made to see a brother and sister, Noor is forced to live beside the man she once mourned. A story written in ink and blood. This story is inspired by the blockbuster film Dhurandhar.

Major Iqbal x Fem! Indian! Reader Forced into a life built on lies, she takes on a new identity and enters a world where nothing is what it seems. And at the center of it all is him-Major Iqbal. Calm, unreadable, and feared by everyone around him, he is nothing like she imagined... and yet, somehow worse.

❝We aren't what we deem to be.❞ Those words of hers, haunted the silence of a man who had almost forgotten his own name. In the land of Lyari, India's lethal spy's eyes fell upon Noor Zehra, who held ocean in her eyes and dagger in her words and mind impossible to manipulate. What if the stranger in the land of shadows realize she wasn't a stranger at all. [𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐙𝐀/𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐗 𝐎𝐂] [𝐃𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 & 𝐓𝐖𝐎]

» "...शायद इसीलिए आज भी जी रहा हूँ।" » आँखें चार होना ही बर्बादी नहीं होती। A man on a mission. A woman as his saviour. A world full of bloodshed. He wouldn't let fate make another cruel joke. --- 1st in #hamzaalimazari , 1st in #hamza , 6th in #urdu , 18th in #english !! <3 (HAMZA ALI MAZARI - DHURANDHAR, '25) ©sylbeaniefr ; All rights reserved.

Fanfiction on dhurandhar.

𝘈 𝘋𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 She woke up on cold concrete. No memories. No voice. No name. One moment, she was a nineteen-year-old girl in 2025 Tamil Nadu. Next, she was bleeding in a dark alley in 2005 Karachi, with no idea how she got there or who she even was. She must learn to survive in a world of violence, politics, and dangerous men. But something is wrong. Not just with her missing memories. Something deeper. Something darker. A feeling she can't shake. A dread that wakes her at night. Flashes of things that haven't happened yet. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵. And time is running out. The problem? She's voiceless, nameless, and trapped in a house full of secrets. And then there's Hamza. The man with dark eyes and darker secrets. The one who watches her like she matters. The one who whispers: "You rise from darkness. You bloom anyway." He speaks as if he loves her. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. What she doesn't know: ↳ Hamza isn't who he claims to be ↳ His marriage is part of a dangerous game ↳ The lies he tells might be the only thing keeping her alive What he doesn't know: ↳ She's not from this time ↳ Her nightmares are warnings ↳ Some fires can't be controlled once lit In a world of spies and gangsters, where loyalties shift like sand, and love is just another weapon. She can't save everyone. But she can make them pay.

❝Sach ya Jhooth?❞ ❝Saazish.❞ ➭ In which, you don't know if you want to kiss him or k!ll him. ©whereissanz

A way Jaskirat comes back home after what seems impossible in this lifetime.

Kaisa lagta hai jab tum apni mitti se hazaaron meel door ho... ek paraaye mulk mein nahi, balki dushman ki sarzameen par. Jahan tumhara naam jhootha hai, pehchaan jhoothi hai, pesha jhootha hai... aur zindagi ka har pal ek dhokha. Phir bhi andhere ke beech ek roshni dikhai deti hai. Ek aisi roshni... jo tumhe bacha bhi sakti hai aur mita bhi sakti hai. Jo dheere-dheere tumhari rooh mein utarti hai... tumhe badalti hai... aur shayad tumhe andar hi andar kha jaati hai. Lekin jab baat desh ki ho... toh mohabbat, dard aur pehchaan sab peeche reh jaate hain. Kyuki kuch log jeene ke liye nahi bheje jaate... Woh bheje jaate hain desh ko bachane ke liye. Dushman ke ghar mein ghus kar uski saazishon ko aag lagane ke liye. Aur jab waqt aata hai... toh woh khud bhi us aag mein jalne se nahi darte

"mera asli naam jaana chahoge?" "Bolo" Uzair Baloch x spy

Jaskirat Singh Raangi × Vaani Sanyal "I'd rather kill myself than get married again." She said giving an almost annoyed eye roll. A few months later "Isse toh shaadi karungi..." She whispered to herself, a somewhat smile almost cracked from her ever so professional expression, looking at the man sitting, well more like snoring infront of her. The chaos and trauma that had consumed him a few months ago been replaced by an equally striking sense of peace.

When darkness rules the city, a ruthless man finds his only anchor in a world meant to break him. Amidst blood and betrayal, a fierce protectiveness blooms that threatens to shatter the walls of a criminal empire. Can a sacred sanctuary survive when the past refuses to stay buried? "I chose your world and I chose your scars but I will not let the darkness take you."

Hamza has emerald eyes that see through every lie, and hands that leave marks as permanent as his promises. Ours is a union forged in blood and dark obsession, a war of wills where the only casualty is my freedom. Welcome to The Emerald Cage-where the monster is my husband, and his possessiveness is the only home I have left.

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.

A fan fiction story of forced marriage with uzair baloch (of course ,not the real one!! ) A Rollercoaster ride of emotions and how love blooms.

This book is a collection of Rehman × Ulfat one-shots filled with heartfelt fluff, emotional angst, mature themes, and plenty of adorable girl-dad Rehman moments.

She wrote an article. He took it personally. Ulfat Shah, a journalist with a habit of asking dangerous questions, never expected her latest article to land her face-to-face with the city's most feared man. Rehman Dakait has spent years building his empire through power, influence, and fear and he refuses to let a single headline threaten it. When a threat turns into blackmail, Ulfat finds herself forced into the last job she ever wanted: becoming the PR manager of the man she despises. The only problem? Chaos looks good on them.