This fanfiction is a purely fictional, slowburn reimagining inspired by the characters Rehman Dakait and Ulfat from Dhurandhar. It does not reflect, represent, or accurately depict any real individuals, events, or historical realities in any way, shape, or form. In no way am I supporting or condoning the terrorism that was carried out by these people in real life. Rehman is a powerful mafia street-lord ruling the city's underworld with calculated control and ruthless precision. Ulfat, bound to him through circumstance rather than choice, enters a marriage built on strategy, survival, and unspoken bargains. What begins as a cold alliance slowly unravels into something far more complicated, as guarded glances turn into reluctant trust, and power struggles blur into unexpected tenderness. Set against the backdrop of crime, loyalty, and danger, the story explores how even in the darkest corners of a fractured life, love can emerge in the most unlikely ways. *** Mature themes: violence, gore, offensive language

A Valentine's Day One-Shot Rehman Dakait x Female!OC Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction dedicated to Akshaye Khanna's portrayal of Rehman Baloch in 2025 motion pictures release Dhurandhar. I do not support, romanticise, or condone the actions of the actual terrorist. Warnings: Fluff mostly, slightly steamy (minors dni)

Everyone warned her about the man she married. No one warned her how gently he would hold her. On their first night together, Ulfat steps into a room full of doubt and finds a love that burns slow, patient, and devastatingly deep. Behind the reputation, behind the power, Rehman belongs only to her - and for one night, the world outside ceases to exist. There are vows spoken aloud... and vows written in skin and breath.

*Dark Romance* She hated violence, criminals, blood- the whole racket. She found freedom in singing. She was 21, always kept away from men. He ruled through fear, rose through blood. He found excitement in violence. He was 40, married to a beautiful wife called Ulfat. Young Mehrunissa wanted nothing but a life away from the dirt of politics and crime. But would it be possible when the Sher-E-Baloch, laid eyes on her, wanted her? They said what he wanted, he always got. What he could not get? He claimed....ruthlessly....fiercely....dangerously. NOTE:- I, in no manner glorify the actual Rehman Dakait, who was responsible for various crimes. This is based on the Indian Movie Dhurandhar, potrayed by Akshay Khanna. I do not know a lot about Indian or Pakistani culture, but will try my best so some details may be here or there. Please bear with me.

The story of Rehman Baloch and Ulfat Two souls, Two paths, Two different worlds. One built by guns, gangs, violence and fear. The other built of protection, defiance and perfection. Ulfat spent her whole life guarded by her own self built reputation. A woman made of poise and elegance, a soft heart with a tender exterior. Rehman. A man who softens for no one, a presence, a presence so strong others seem to tremble around it. Dark, mysterious and dangerous. Two paths some would say should never cross. But what happens when they do?

In a house frozen by grief, a cold widower marries the surgeon who saved his son-not for love, but to give the boy a mother. Amidst the sterile silence of a "shrine" dedicated to a dead woman, a slow-burning fire begins to thaw a heart that had sworn itself to the grave.

Innocent Bride follows Zara, a shy and loyal young woman, and Rehman, a dominant, obsessive man who becomes her husband. Their story unfolds in a world of wealth, tradition, and intense passion, where romance, family, and domestic life intertwine with suspense and drama. From intimate morning routines to lavish weddings, from the joys of motherhood to the tension of a kidnapping, Zara and Rehman navigate love, trust, and possessiveness. Family bonds, cultural rituals, and the couple's evolving relationship form the heart of this story, exploring devotion, obedience, and the pleasures and trials of marriage. Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content. The male lead is obsessive and controlling, and the heroine is submissive and loyal. Reader discretion is advised.

In the dust-choked heart of Lyari, Rehman Baloch rules as a king with a soul forged in fire, until he meets Y/n-the daughter of the man he's sworn to destroy. Their "hate-hate" tension ignites when Rehman corners her in the labyrinthine streets, whispering, "Tumhari ankhein sach bolti hain, par tumhara baap sirf jhoot bechta hai." Facing a city on the brink of war, they must navigate a brutal attraction where every touch feels like a betrayal. "Main aapse nafrat karna chahti hoon," Y/n breathes against the cold steel of his world, to which Rehman simply replies, "Toh phir itni kareeb kyun khari ho?"

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. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Side ships: Hamza&Yalina Uzair&aarzu