summary: (y/n) and rehman, who grew up together after her family saved him, are torn apart when her father is murdered by one of his men in a plot orchestrated by an enemy, making her believe rehman betrayed her.
general series warnings: death, torture, conspiracy to murder. (rest will be added)
a/n: this series is my baby…how could I forget it. I have decided to put all my other works on hold until I finish this. Yes. This was my first ever work and it cannot go unfinished.
chapters below the cut:
prologue; Rehman seeks refuge in a house that will be him home
chapter 1; Rehman and (Y/n)’s relationship deepens, he gifts her paizab for her birthday.
Was watching the final fight scene from D1 again and honestly I fucking love the way it is done. Hamza and Aslam, being trained fighters, fight 'properly', maneuvering their opponent with their grips and punches and whatnot, meanwhile there's Rehman who is kicking Hamza in the nuts, punching Aslam's crotch, biting his hand, grabbing Hamza's hair, shoving dirt into Aslam's eyes, tripping everyone, using a fucking stick to take down a gun... all of this after he has been shot in the leg and smashed in the ribs with a heavy branch. Just fuelled by pure fucking spite and will to live. Like you can see how this tiny ass motherfucker made it so far and so long in this profession surrounded by men twice or thrice his size.
Irrelevant but I love how even when he knew he was dying he just couldn't be normal, nah bro HAD to ragebait JUST ONE MORE TIME-
Note: this is a work of fiction. It has no connection with real life. It does not promote any violence or support the real life actions of the people mentioned. All characters rightly belong to Aditya Dhar except my oc. Plagiarism is strictly prohibited. All the islamic rituals are taken from google, their is no intention of spreading hate against any religion.
Warning: Mentions of domestic violence and slight mention of martial rape (not among the main leads)
This story is set in late 1990s-early
Pairing: Rehman Dakait x Ayesha (oc)
Ayesha was born to a wealthy landlord and his wife. Her father was a greedy man whose only concern in life was money. He was a classic misogynist who believed women to be beneath them. Her mother was no better, she was a woman to whom her class and status mattered the most, probably why she survived the abuse her father put her through. Ayesha also had brothers-two of them who hardly bothered with her.
At the age of 20, when she had finally completed her education, her father decided to marry her off. After searching for a few days, he finally found her the perfect groom-Rehman Dakait.
Ayesha was not dumb, she knew who Rehman was, he had been regarded as Sher-e-baloch by the leaders of Baloches. He had many names, many folk tales that followed him. Ayesha had known the life she was stepping into.
But now, 2 weeks after she had entered his world, she realised her husband was not the man she had heard about. Her mind drifted to their wedding night
Ayesha had sat on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest. The bed was decorated with red roses, their were some fairy lights hung up and it smelled of roses. The house was silent, everyone in the haveli had retired to their rooms for after the celebration was over. Her own heartbeat was so loud, she could hear it. Ayesha had been given a set of instructions by her mother and sister-in-laws on how to keep her husband happy, every command referred to the same meaning-Let your husband do whatever he wants. Ayesha hated it but she also knew she would have to live with it.
Her heart skipped a beat as the door clicked open. Ayesha looked up and saw her new husband entering the room. She gulped and sucked in a sharp breath as their eyes met again.
Rehman smiled at her, a sight she had not expected and walked over to the bed. She looked beautiful, he thought to himself. He had seen her face during the Arsi Mushaf, but now, admiring her in the privacy of their room, Rehman suddenly felt shy. She had not met his eyes through the mirror, keeping her gaze fixed on her lap.
The mattress dipped as he sat down, keeping a respectful distance between them. He took out a velvet box from the pocket of his sherwani. Curiosity got the best of Ayesha and she leaned forward slightly to peak at the contents of the box. Rehman noticed this little movement of hers but choose not to comment, though he found it adorable.
"Yeh aapke liye" He opens the box and passes it to her.
Ayesha gasped softly as she ran a thumb through the design on the silver pajeb. Rehman watched her admire the pajeb and felt happy that she had liked his gift.
"Shukriya" Ayesha whispered, finally looking at him.
Rehman smiled at her, trying to control the butterflies he felt in his stomach.
"Main pehna du?" he asks, nervously bitting his lips.
Ayesha was shocked at his suggestion, having never seen men in her family behave this way.
"Ji" she nodded and Rehman gently took the box from her. He gabbed her foot and put it on his lap. He gently lifted her lehenga to reveal her ankle. The cold metal of the pajeb made her shiver lightly as Rehman fastened it around her ankle, his rough hands slightly brushed against her soft skin and he withdrew them quickly not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
He repeated the same action on her other ankle. Ayesha moved her feet and smiled at the jingling sound created by the pajeb.
"Shukriya" she did not look at him, her gaze fixed on
Rehman nodded at her “Aap kapray badal lijiye, main khana mangwa leta hoon.”
Ayesha nodded and gathered her lehenga in her hands. She walked to the washroom, her pajeb making the clinking sound as she walked.
Rehman bowed his head and smiled to himself at her retreating back.
It took Ayesha almost an hour to undo all the makeup, take off the jewellery and open the intricate bun her hair were put in.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. For the first time since the wedding, she felt like herself again. There was no jewellery weighing down on her neck and wrists, the heavy bridal makeup was gone, showcasing her natural beauty and her hair were left down her back, flowing freely. She finally changed into a simple kurta and pants.
Rehman was smoking on the balcony, trying to relieve some nerves, when she exited the bathroom. Hearing the sound of her pajeb, he immediately put the cigarette out and turned to look at her.
For a minute, Rehman could only admire her. She looked completely in her element and comfortable.
“Main kapray badal leta hoon. Aap chahain to so jayein." Rehman suggests. Ayesha nods, her fingers playing with the edge of her kurta sleeve.
That was the night Ayesha had realised the man she married is different than the stories she has heard.
And now two weeks later, Ayesha has grown comfortable in her new life. Every morning, she would wake up empty in the bed, Rehman was apparently an early riser. She would get ready for the day and meet Rehman and Uzair at the breakfast table. Uzair had become a great companion for Ayesha, he had been promoted to her new bestfriend.
Rehman however was a different story. He had maintained his distance, giving her the required space. Rehman never raised his voice at her, he never forced her for anything. As much as Ayesha appreciated it, doubts have started creeping in her mind now.
So one day, she caught Uzair alone and decided to ask the question that had been bugging her since her wedding.
"Uzair, ek baat puchu?" She asks hesitantly sitting beside him.
Uzair immediately straightened up "Puchiye bhabhi" he grabbed his tea and nodded at Uzair in encouragement
Ayesha hesitated for a minute but finally asked the doubt that has been bugging her "Tumhare Bhai ki koi mashuka thi, nikah se pehle?"
Uzair spit out his tea, shocked at her sudden question and started to cough. Ayesha's eyes widened and she rubbed his back.
"Uzair tum theek ho?" Ayesha asked as Uzair finally calmed down.
"Bhabhi aap yeh kesse behuda sawal puch rahi hai? Bhai ki koi mashuka nahi thi" Uzair exclaimed his voice rising slightly.
Ayesha's face broke into a smile but she quickly covered it up.
"Acha theek hai" she said, a faint smile still on her face
“Aap ke zehan mein yeh sawal kyun aaya?” Uzair asks
“Woh tumhare bhai mujh se faasla banaye rakhte hain to—” Ayesha was innocently answering the question but Uzair was startled again
"Bhabhi nahiii" Uzair whines, covering his ears.
Ayesha giggled and Uzair continued to shake his head.
Later that day, in the factory Uzair sat in front of Rehman who was instructing him about some delivery.
"Bhai aapne bhabhi ki saalgirah ke liye kya taufa liya?" Uzair's question was so casual but it made Rehman pause in his actions.
"Saal girah?" Rehman asks confused.
"Bhabhi ki saal girah hai kal, aapko nahi pata?" Uzair asks innocently. He had decided to help his bhabhi a little and give his brother a little nudge.
Rehman did not answer but instead took a drag out of his cigarette.
"Tujhe ladko ke sath ghumne jana tha na, chal ja"
Uzair realised his work is done here and nodded at his brother. Giving his brother a quick hug, he walked out.
The next day, Rehman had chosen to lay with his wife until she woke up. She had not realised but she would drift to his side while sleeping and cling to him. Rehman had chosen not to reveal it to her, he would just get up before her.
Ayesha's sleep was broken by the sunlight hitting her eyes. She moaned softly and buried her face in Rehman's neck. He chuckled and pulled her closer, waiting for her to realise. A minute later, Ayesha shot up from her previous position, her eyes wide in shock as she looked at rehman. The said man, had his eyes closed but he was smirking, making it clear that he was awake.
A deep blush spread across Ayesha's cheeks.
"Allah!" she whispered, immediately trying to move away from him.
Rehman's arm tightened around her waist.
"Kahan ja rahi hain aap?" he asked lazily, finally opening his eyes.
Ayesha looked everywhere except at him.
"Main... main to bas uth rahi thi."
"Hmm."
His amused expression only made her more embarrassed.
"Aap hans kyun rahe hain?" she demanded.
"Main hans nahi raha."
"Aap hans rahe hain."
Rehman gave up and let out a quiet laugh. Ayesha grabbed a pillow and lightly hit his shoulder with it.
"Aap ne mujhe bataya kyun nahi?"
"Kya batata?"
"Ke main..." she stopped, unable to finish the sentence.
"Ke aap ne poori raat mera gala pakar ke rakha tha?" Rehman supplied helpfully.
Ayesha's jaw dropped. "Main ne aisa nahi kiya!"
"Kiya tha."
"Jhoot."
Rehman raised an eyebrow. "Aap ko saboot chahiye?"
Ayesha immediately looked away.
Rehman laughed again, the sound warm and rare. Ayesha pouted at his amusement. Rehman chuckled again looking at her face, finding it cute. He sat up straighter, his arm still around her waist. She sat in front of him, their thighs pressed together. He pulled out a small velvet box from the drawer. He opened it in front of her and she gasped. Nestled inside a velvet-lined box, the ring gleamed softly under the light. Crafted from yellow gold, its delicate twisted band embraced a brilliant round-cut stone at the center, while tiny diamonds traced one side of the design
"Rehman yeh kitni khoobsurat hai" she whispered.
Rehman took her hand and gently made her wear the ring. He bought her fingers to his lips and kissed the ring softly.
"Saal girah Mubarak ho begum" rehman whispered. Ayesha blushed and whispered a small thank you to him.
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The whole day, Ayesha had felt so special, more than she had ever felt in her entire life. Turning 21, was a nice feeling overall.
It was late at night and she was currently reading the first book of the series Uzair had gifted her, while being curled up in the living room couch. The house was empty expect for Rehman who had been locked up in the study, taking meetings after meetings. Uzair had to leave for Balochistan for some urgent work, he had felt too guilty even after multiple assurances from Ayesha.
"Ayeshaa" Rehman called out from upstairs. Before she could even get time to register, he was downstairs. She stood in front of him and blinked at him.
"Aap itni jaldi neeche kaise pohanch gaye?” Ayesha asked, her face turning to examine the staircase.
Rehman ignored her question and grabbed her wrist, gentle taking her upstairs with him.
"Rehman kya hua?" Ayesha asks panicked at his unusual behaviour.
"Aap chaliye na" Rehman insists.
Ayesha frowned but allowed him to lead her upstairs. The moment they reached their room, Rehman stopped in front of the closed door. Ayesha looked at him suspiciously.
"Aap itne raazdaar kyun ban rahe hain?"
Instead of answering, Rehman opened the door and gestured her to enter. Ayesha froze as she took the first step.
The room was glowing with the warm light of candles.
A sheer white canopy had been draped over a corner of the room, fairy lights twinkling softly beneath it. Cushions and blankets had been arranged underneath, creating a small private space. In the middle sat a cake.
For a moment, Ayesha could only stare. Nobody had ever done something like this for her. Ever.
"Rehman..." she whispered.
The nervous look on his face vanished the moment he saw her smile.
"Pasand aaya?"
Ayesha looked at him as if he had lost his mind "Yeh sab mere liye?" She asks, with glistening eyes.
Rehman nodded. Ayesha threw her arms around him, the hug was impulsive. As soon as Ayesha realised what she did, she withdrew her arms. But before she could step back, Rehman wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest.
She could feel his heart beat against her cheek, it was as loud as hers. She could only hope, he did not feel hers.
"Happy birthday begum" Rehman whispered, tilting his head so his lips were brushing against her ear.
A few minutes later, she sat on the bed, with Rehman holding the cake for her to cut. Ayesha carefully cut the cake while Rehman watched her with amusement.
"Aap muskura kyun rahe hain?" she questions seeing the huge grin on his face.
"Khush lag rahi hain aap." he replies honestly, the smile never leaving her face,
Ayesha paused in her actions and then looked down.
"Main hoon."
The honesty of the answer made something warm settle inside Rehman.
"Vesse...." Ayesha clocked her head towards him. Rehman immediately straightened up and asks "Kya hua?"
“Yeh cake kis dukan se hai? Bohat achha hai.” ayesha compliments, taking another bite.
"Meine banaya hai" Rehman jokes. Ayesha almost chokes on her cake and then dissolves into giggles.
Rehman looks at her offended as she continues to laugh "Mazak na karein"
"Mein mazak nahi kar raha hu" he defends, offended.
Ayesha raised an eyebrow "Acha, chai to banti nahi aapse. Cake bana diya? Uss din-"
"Aapne hisab rakha hua hai koi?" Rehman questions dumbfounded.
Ayesha could not help herself and ends up bursting into laughter. Rehman too relaxed and soon joined her.
After a few minutes their laughter finally subsided, though their was a huge smile still on her face.
“Aap ko aisa kyun laga ke meri koi mehbooba hai?” He questions genuinely curious as to what made her think that way.
Ayesha froze for a minute and then groaned embarrassingly. She covered her face with her hands. Rehman could not control himself and burst into laughter. This was probably the most he had laughed in his entire life.
"Aapko Uzair ne bataya? Hasiye mat!" she whines hitting him gently on the shoulder.
Rehman finally calmed down, he gentle removed her hands from her face and held them in his own.
“Aap hamesha mujh se faasla banaye rakhte hain aur mujhe laga tha ke aap ko is nikah par majboor kiya gaya tha.” Ayesha mutters now realising how dumb she sounded.
How could someone force Rehman Baloch?
Rehman smiled and held her chin. He made her look up at him.
"Meri koi mehbooba nahi hai, na mujhe kisi se mohabbat thi" he whispers, looking directly in her eyes.
As if on auto pilot, Ayesha's hands gripped his bicep, as she looked at his face nervously.
"Par ab shayad ho gayi hai" He confesses, his hand moving from her chin to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"izhar kar doon?" his voice was barely above a whisper as he asked her for permission.
Ayesha nodded her head shyly and Rehman gently took her lips in his, pulling her in for a kiss.
so the way faizal just runs to rehman without hesitation and hugs him really shows how much rehman was emotionally available to his kids considering the fact that many kids even in india don’t get that emotional support from their parents and even hugging feels awkward
im just noticing that the gang members outside of reeling from the shock of Naeem's passing ain't even surprised of the scene unfolding in front of them because Rehman has always been an emotionally present and loving dad whether it's inside the haveli or in the presence of the gang. He's so secure in his fatherhood ❤️
he's unconsciously made an example of a good father figure for the gang and the boys are growing up be wonderful gentlemen as well cause rehman other than being a good dad is a first and foremost a biwipaglu which means he'll call ulfat meri jaan a million times, kiss her temple/forehead/face everytime he enters his home, carry her shipping bags, massage her shoulders after a long day of work and utter absolute sickly sweet prasies.
Sometimes the gang Bois think is it the same fearsome boss they work under but they've learnt to enjoy his slightly less terrifying versions and pray that ulfat never gets angry for they would have to face the wrath of her chihuahua husband.
i swear the gang is more afraid of ulfat than they are of rehman😭😭
and definitely, to the kids, the concept of a happy loving family isn’t foreign because they see their dad take care of their mother with such devotion everyday. also rehman probably wouldn’t raise his voice at his kids ever and support them in everything!!
also, i just watched the scene where rehman gifts hamza a bike and i realised rehman might also be used to rewarding/gifting his children things for small achievements like maybe getting good grades(not faizal ofc😭) or completing a task to let them know he’s proud of them and motivate them to do better
I think Ulfat at one point, during an occasion when Rehman literally came home half dead, blasted at the gang members, threatening to cut their life span into half if they ever return with her husband looking in that state. Since these well built men, who Lyari is terrified of become meek kittens in front of Ulfat.
Yes Rehman will never scream at his kids unless and until they talk back to their mother disrespectfully (very rare but if they do he will set them straight).
He also enjoys his kids pranking or being up to no good (as long as they don't go over board) like the one time he had a good laugh when Faizal applied superglue on Jamali's footwear and he had get it removed surgically or the other time Naeem added a whole box of chilli in Donga's biryani and he had to take a leave for 3 days due to "unforeseen" reasons.
Also Rehman bought that bike for Naeem and hence the cover was dusty when it was taken off. Rehman never indulges in extravaganza for his gang Bois other than the usual festive bonuses and doing the same for Hamza was improbable but he subconsciously adopted Hamza, comforting his battered soul, he's "replacing his loss" for some temporary warmth 💔
Dhurandhar's named background gang members, a list:
for fic writers looking to include them in their work, or just people wanting to know their names. Based off the credits on IMDB.
Baba Ladla / Babla
Played by two actors (Saurav Khurana/Shrysh Zutshi) can be seen killing one of Babu Dakait's gang members, is the third guy in the scene with the burqa when Hamza cooks up a plan to rescue Rehman, and gets brutally beheaded by a road sign during the car fight scene.
2. Mukka
Played by Rajat Arora. Is seen at Naieem's funeral, doing gang work in the background and shooting one of Babu Dakait's guys (the one who got the easiest death). Small and lean. Survived the first movie.
3. Shaukat
Seen briefly in the background, mostly in the hospital scene. Hulky. Played by Sunil Sharma.
here's Mukka and Babla sticking together at Hamza's wedding:
Overall Siyahi and Donga seem to have the biggest responsibilities after Uzair and are seen sticking to Rehman in case of emergency (the car ride to the hospital and the final one).
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