I'll be away from Tumblr. It's a farewell 🥹 I ll miss you guys.
Don't worry if i'm not around. There are still 6 scheduled posts to appear while i'm gone. I have scheduled them on every 19th of the month (till November 2026) ⬇️
To my Tumblr fam friends - "Thank you for all the likes, reblogs, comments, and RP conversations."
Rehman asked Iqbal if Sajid was touching his hand behind the sofa. Iqbal tried to dismiss that statement by remaining neutral 😐.
All the people's eyes were on this pair. Staring at them. The allegations by Rehman couldn't be denied as Sajid withdrew 1st & then didn't give a fuck to them & continued to touch Iqbal's hand....wanting to interwine fingers. [I saw this gay shit being invisible in that room......HeHehaaaaahaha]
Iqbal finally accepted his fate and told others to shut the fuck up if they didn't want to experience what those baloch boys underwent in that firing operation BOL BETAAAA!!! Warning
Look how Iqbal didn't withdraw his hand for Sajid.
Sajid : I wanna touch & feel you 🥺
Iqbal: Don't stop until I say! It feels ......*stares at mir*
4. Sajid desperately wants to bite his ear lobe. Iqbal can't deny that he wants that too...but closes his eyes and controls himself as their godfather is watching them! 🙄
Both are Chasmish Nerfy Lovebirds - Iqbal being the constipated grumpy one & Mir, his sunshine dog.
My Crack Theory series : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
⚠️ This is solely for entertainment purposes and is not associated with any real-life characters. If you are taking this seriously, it's NOT my problem.
Hamza always outplayed Uzair in football, and deep down, he saw himself as untouchable on the field.
But when Uzair killed Arshad Pappu by “playing football” with his head, it gained attention among the public. They replaced Ronaldo & Messi with Uzair as the Godfather of football. It became more than violence to Hamza- it became a challenge to his dominance (new Sher-e-baloch)
That’s why later, Hamza attacks legs. Chopping & slicing out those who came in his way of his game.
Not just out of rage… but symbolically.
By stabbing a terrorist’s leg and chopping off Iqbal’s leg, Hamza was subconsciously making sure nobody could ever rival him again.
I can literally use every music in my playlist for the Dhurandhar fandom >_<
I have always wanted to make an edit on Dark! Evil! Iqbal. In D1, I was convinced that he is psychotic bastard who needs an asylum and a prison.
Dhurandhar, the revenge changed my pov to some extent - Iqbal's cherished his daughter and loved her despite her disability. He also gave his word to Rehman in politics, Rejoiced Hamza's political success (which would obviously benefit him also. There is nothing wrong in being in contact with successful people for your benefit).
But when his business of counterfeiting currency notes crash and javed asks for help - HOW TF HE CAN?! Iqbal himself is helpless & frustrated that he might literally snap javed's head. Followed by those unknown gunman killing and Hamza's True identity reveal snapped his last string of patience.
Thus becoming his true self - ANGEL OF DEATH
@majoriqbalahmedisi
⚠️ This is solely for entertainment purposes and is not associated with any real-life characters. If you are taking this seriously, it's NOT my problem.
This post doesn't glorify terrorists irl. I would personally burn the real one.
It is just a crack post where editor likes Arjun rampal as a villain who really carried Dark Major Iqbal's character well.
In Dhurandhar 1, during Eid..... Rehman's family, along with Hamza, celebrated with Jamali's family.
But What about Iqbal ......did he celebrate Eid or not? The idea of him spending his Eid time with his degrading bridagier dad doesn't settle me.
There could be one possibility-
Maybe Iqbal did celebrate, but with his secret married bf Sajid Mir in the most psycho - sexual manner. Let's see how⁉️ 👀
Driven out by his Jahangir's cruel rants on a morning meant for family, Iqbal drove away from his house, with a heavy heart. The memory of his late wife & their shared times made it difficult for the major to breathe. Without realizing it, he found himself parked outside Sajid's home, watching the warm, festive lights of Eid flicker through the windows. Inside, Sajid was laughing with his wife and children, wearing a traditional tunic. To Iqbal, that peace was an insult & that laughter was a tight slap to his pride. Iqbal messaged him that he would receive a confidential delivery which only Sajid must pick up - to which Sajid stepped out as per the time given to investigate the parcel, only to be kidnapped & shoved into the back of Iqbal's black SUV.
The car drove directly to Khanani's office, which had Iqbal's special claustrophobic torture chamber. Iqbal carried Sajid in bridal style, kicked open the prison door, and pushed him back on the leather chair. Iqbal removed the blindfold, stripped Sajid of his festive clothes, leaving him bare and vulnerable, before fastening a heavy leather collar around his neck. The psychological meltdown was methodical. Sajid was panting - not out of oxygen but under the fierce gaze of his capture made him gape like a wanton. Iqbal sat on a wooden stool below Sajid & freed his traitorous cock (which shouldn't have been excitedly erect at this scenario) He stroked him fervently with his rough hot hands without any warning, edging him over & over till his loyal disciple couldn't take anymore & blacked out from orgasm denial.
When Sajid opened his eyes.....He found himself seated obediently on Major's thick thighs. Iqbal was staring at him, thinking what to do next when suddenly Sajid crashed his lips on Major without a second thought. There was hell lot of biting, drawing out blood & tongue fucking messy kissing ritual. Iqbal pushed Sajid onto his knees and made him crawl across the cold floor like his pet dog to accept food directly from Iqbal’s hands, turning a traditional feast into a display of absolute dependency. Iqbal pulled out his long veiny girthy cock & between bites, Iqbal fed him his creamy cum along with the food. Sajid thought that he could survive anywhere with his major's meal prep.
After having the last sip of alcohol & weed, both of them were heavily intoxicated. Iqbal forced Sajid to bear the heavy weight of his confessions about his dead wife, using the captive as an emotional dumpyard. And Sajid listened, admiring his captor Angel of death's beauty....How beautiful he looked while grieving vulnerably. Involuntarily he began to rut against Iqbal's freed cock seeking attention from his master & wanted him to remember Sajid only, atleast tonight. Both are selfish now.
This act was brought to Iqbal's notice & he grabbed both red erections together & stroked to completion. As the night deepened by exploring each other, Iqbal systematically dismantled Sajid’s remaining dignity, forcing him to verbally admit that his loyalty to his family is entirely broken under this roof. The sheer weight of the isolation & submissive situation caused Sajid to weep as his duty to family was crushed by his sinful affair with the Angel of Death himself. In that raw, broken surrender, Iqbal finally found relief from his dad's stinging words and was sure that this man Sajid at his feet would literally disobey the holybook for his master major.
Previous posts - Part 1 Part 2
⚠️ This is solely for entertainment purposes and is not associated with any real-life characters. If you are taking this seriously, it's NOT my problem.
My week was busy - Projects & exams truly chopped me from every end🤧😪😵💫
Now I need some refreshment & peace of mind & that's why I logged in to tumblr again. Will stay here for another short span & get busy for long term.
I DO HAVE A LIST OF EDIT IDEAS AND I AM PLANNING TO GET BACK TO MY EDITING WORK & DUMP MY VIDEOS HERE 🤭🤗 (4 all to enjoy ofc)
When I logged in, my Tumblr 99+ notifications flooded with all your genuine responses. Unfortunately, due to schedule, I couldn't reply back. You fellas showed a lot of love in my content work & that makes my day great! 🥰
Tagging you guys to know that I was not responding in this week, not because I was dead or smtg 🤣:
Basically, when Iqbal didn't give attention to bade sahab during their mulaaqat and decided to tap Jameel's ass & whisper naughty things in his ear, Sahab felt hurt & ignored. That's why during the daawat session- He was instead talking to Jameel & ignoring Iqbal words. That's when oblivious Iqbal noticed. However, it was too late for anything to be done. Sahab wanted some fresh air & maintain distance from Iqbal. So he instead walked out despite Iqbal holding & stopping him.
Evidence -
Someone is crying for attention like a bitch 🤭
Btw it should be hurting his chest, NOT stomach lol. Wait is he pregnant ⁉️🫨😳
⚠️ This is my personal interpretation & has zero shit to do with the legendary film.
There be either be a breakup or Angry sex. But one thing is 100% guaranteed- They are gonna fight physically & break things [total chaos]....I like that 😆
Proud of my hoes.....I mean bros 😚 for coming out of their closet!
Every person has a hidden angle that is innate & needs to be discovered. Our Dhurandhar cast hotties did amazing by pulling that lever in the right direction.
I ll be offline for about a week [may 18th - 24th] to sort things out. Don't worry....Not ghosting my people....NEVER I WOULD😃 Instead, I have scheduled some posts to keep you company while I am gone!
Hamza applied the fantasy of SP Aslam on Iqbal >v<
My Crack Theory series: Part 1
Let's decode my theory : Reference to Dhurandhar where each one survives by threatening one another & Aslam has an amputation kink
In the last scene of D1 , Aslam threatens his folks- Hamza & Jameel, by saying that he would make the former a widower & amputate the latter's leg 🪦
Now, the amputation kink wish of Aslam remained unfulfilled since he died being on phone call, thinking of how he was gonna do allah hafiz to that long hair baloch. In order to honor his brave police officer, Hamza sliced Iqbal's leg in memory of his bro Aslam. SO THOUGHTFUL 😇
@lyarikadjinn @hamzaalimazari @majoriqbalahmedisi
⚠️ This is my personal interpretation & has zero shit to do with the legendary film.
As an Omegaverse enthusiast, I vividly imagine Hamza to be the Alpha of his cunty Omega Iqbal.
Iqbal is notoriously impatient to get his Alpha's attention, always touch starved and desperately clingy like a bitch.
Hamza notices the eagerness of his omega & wants to breed him with his hot cum & bang his ISI brain out. But his god damn Karachi ka badshah title won't let him out of his throne. [Rehman's seat btw]
Whenever they meet, just subtle glances, eyefucking & soft lingering touches are exchanged, which later on gets the omega wet dreams & the alpha to go on rut mode after nightfall [Dont sleep together btw :(]
On normal days, Iqbal is the power bottom, and alpha hamza is sub top. But Omega's heat days tell a different story: when slick is dripping from Iqbal, soiling his trousers, building his cute nest (refer below image ⬇️of his princess bed).....Iqbal calls Hamza over to his cozy home for the obvious reasons 🔞
Iqbal: *sends over multiple missed calls to his Hamza*
Going into heat & frustrated as Hamza ain't picking up his godamn call 😩
Possessive Hamza when his Omega communicates closely with others 🖤👿
Maybe I ll continue the omegaverse one-shot during my ovulation...when my brain literally bangs out horny ideas like a supercomputer 🤣
Without looking at my follower count or moots interaction, the number of times I have opened the app, my brainstorming of fav fandoms ignites & ideas flood my brain like a tsunami.
I want my blog to look as colorful & lively for me to gaze back in the future that I eventually end up falling in love with my past work. I want to upload multiple posts at a time [impatient ass], but I schedule 1 per day for no reason or season [autistic OCD order]
Such intense urges are released just before your D-day Exam 🙄😒
Is it a good/ a bad thing! - Idk but a confession I always wanted to say it aloud : I was an Ao3 maniac and knew about tumblr but now I am questioning my sanity.
WHERE HAVE I BEEN ALL THESE YEARS MISSING OUT ON THIS ADDICTION!🤧