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...
➣This story is a work of fiction inspired by the Indian movie Dhurandhar. While themes or elements may be influenced by the film, this is an fictional story and not an official adaptation. All characters, events, and situations are created from imagination. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.
➣I do not own any characters, settings, or material related to Dhurandhar. All rights belong to their respective creators. This story is written solely for creative purposes and not for profit.
➣ Content Warning: This story includes mature themes such as violence, strong language, and intense situations. Reader discretion is advised. Though inspired by real-life elements, the story is fictional and does not reflect reality.
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इश्क जुनूँ जब हद से बढ़ जाए हँसते हँसते आशिक सूली चढ़ जाए~
इश्क का जादू सर चढ़कर बोले खूब लगा लो पहरे रस्ते रब खोले यही इश्क दी मर्ज़ी है यही रब दी मर्ज़ी है~~
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Characters
The Butcher
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Rehmaan Baloch
Rehmaan—a living storm of Pakistan's underworld—silent, lethal, and impossible to escape. His name is a warning, his presence - a death sentence. To the world, he is not a man, but a wildfire born of blood and fear.He survives where others fall, adapts where others break, and rules not by noise, but by inevitability. Fear follows him, not because he demands it, but because his silence is more terrifying than threats.
For him, nothing is impossible. Calculative and precise, he moves like a chess player in a battlefield of bones, never striking without purpose, never losing control. Every decision is weighed, every move deliberate. Power bends to his will, and chaos follows in his wake—not because he seeks it, but because it obeys him.
"Your knife, My back. My gun, your head"
The Revered Beauty
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☆Ulfat Rehmaan Baloch☆
Ulfat feels like a soft prayer born in candlelight and old walls, books, music, and classical dance. She carries a quiet grace—timeless and composed. Her eyes hold unspoken stories, and her presence brings a calm that feels sacred. She doesn't demand attention; it simply finds her. Ulfat is devotion in silence, strength in stillness, and beauty that lingers long after she's gone. She is soft devotion, not a weak flame.
"Watch how gracefully she rises above, after falling"
REHMAT
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✧ "When a monster is not, a monster?" ✧
✧ "Oh, when you love him." ✧
~Ulfat
☆"And suddenly the monster inside him falls asleep as he rested his head on her lap".☆
☆REHMAT☆
☆He was the storm they feared; she was the silence that ruled it. ☆
Heere moti main na chaahoo, Main toh chahoo sangam tera
Main na jaanu, tu hi jaane, Main toh teri, tu hai mera
Main na jaanu, tu hi jaane, Main toh teri, tu hai mera
