Caught? (part 1)
Pairing: Amir Baloch (OC) × Reader
Summary: Being in a secret relationship with Rehman Baloch's oldest son was something that you never thought would happen. But here we are.
Trope: secret relationship, flirt!oc × shy!reader
Content: fluff, a bit of sexual tension. (Does NOT contain spoilers for Dhurandhar 2!).
You can find part 2 here
I do not own the photos. It is from Pinterest.
Warning: This is a fictional work inspired only by the characters portrayed in Dhurandhar created by Adithya Dhar. It does not reflect or represent the real-life actors or any real individuals. Nothing depicted is intended to endorse real-world behaviour. Reader discretion is advised.
Author's note: I wrote this last night when I was half asleep. Heavily inspired by @euphorkive's fic about Akay Baloch (down bad for him). Not proofread btw. This will stay in the drafts if I read it again.
The night in Lyari was cold, calculating, and still somehow comforting. The primary reason for the comfort? The boy man sitting rather comfortably in front of you on your bed, watching you with an intensity that made you want to cover your face to hide the blush.
Amir Baloch was a vision in the simple (but definitely expensive) blue kurta, his signature smirk on his face as he watched you turn shy.
You turned to check the clock - two in the morning. Has it been two hours already? It only felt like mere minutes ago when your beloved lover climbed in through your window, claiming that he just wanted to see your face. You had shaken your head at that, used to his antics. It was what he said every night when he came barged in.
Being Rehman Baloch's oldest son gave him the privileges one could only dream of - expensive bikes & cars, endless shopping, the freedom of not having to worry about academics. But it came with a price. There was a target on his head at all times, and he had extensive security everywhere he went. For others, it looked like protection. For him, it was prison. Amir loved his Abbu with all his heart, but his safety measures could bring even the PM's security to shame. He understood the stakes. Of course he did. But he was also just a teenager, whose primal urge to cozy up with his girlfriend overtook the rational part of his brain. He couldn't meet you during the day even though you go to the same college. As much as he wanted to shout to the world that you are the love of his life, he couldn't risk your safety. He was already a target, he couldn't make you one either. So he did what his freshly-turned 19 year old brain could come up with. Sneak out of his home every other night to climb into his girlfriend's place. He knew the Baloch haveli like the back of his hand - where the guards are stationed, the blind spots, the cameras, the routes. The first few times were a real risk, but he's been doing this for a while and by now, it was too easy for him.
You used to stay in the college hostel, but the lack of privacy there irked your boyfriend so much that he personally rented out a good flat near your college for you to stay at. You obviously rejected the idea, not wanting to burden him, but he blatantly refused to get interrupted anymore, putting the need to have some alone time with you, over some mere rent money. His words, not yours. He could be incredibly stubborn when he wanted something, so you eventually gave in. His father gave him enough money every month, which Amir had been taking in the name of having to get "monthly services" for his bike. He paid the rent of the flat using the same money, but Rehman Baloch didn't need to know that.
You adjusted the strap of your nightdress once again before focusing on the task at hand, which was shuffling the UNO cards your boyfriend brought.
You've been complaining that there's nothing much to do when he comes over. He had animatedly suggested making out more, but you had slapped his chest, turning away from him. He could be so shameless with you. Your hands struggled to shuffle the cards properly, and your boyfriend was of no help as he was busy ogling at you.
Finally, after sorting it, you started playing, the sound of your giggles filling the room as he kept having to take cards from the deck.
"UNO!"
You yelled out as you put down the last card from your hand, and broke into a happy dance. Amir groaned, his face twisting into an amused expression as he watched you.
"You cheated!"
He accused. You rolled your eyes, though you could not stop the smile on your face.
"I didn't cheat! You, Amir Baloch, are just a sore loser."
You spoke unfazed, and stuck your tongue out at him. He watched you boast for a few more minutes, and when you began shuffling the cards again for a second round, he took the deck away from you to throw it before suddenly pulling you into his arms. You gasped, caught off guard by the sudden movement.
"The cards! " You cried, seeing all of it scattered on the floor.
"Let it be there you clean freak! Now let me hold my girl " he smirked as he brushed through your long hair that you didn't bother braiding.
You looked up at him to see his eyes bore into yours with an intensity so deep that it made you blush. He let out a chuckle, adoring the fact that you still got shy around him, despite dating for almost a year.
"What? " You whispered, seeing him stare.
Amir shook his head as a "nothing", his eyes raking over you with a hunger that had butterflies erupting in your stomach.
He was an insatiable man. You had a mutual understanding that you would not cross the line before marriage, but that didn't mean he couldn't mark his claim on you. Every morning after he leaves, you'd look at yourself in the mirror, body littered with his love bites. He wasn't spared either. You gave him a good share of marks, decorated over his chest that he wore with great pride.
You raised your hand to brush the side of his face, feeling the light stubble he was growing. He caught your hand, and pressed a kiss to your palm. His other hand snaked around your waist, and pulled you closer to press his chest against yours. He let go of your hand, and slowly hooked his fingers under the strap of your nightdress to pull it down, exposing your collarbone to him.
You gasped as he leaned down to press hot open-mouthed kisses over the exposed skin. He laid you down on the mattress, and began kissing and biting into your skin as you moaned in ecstasy underneath him. In a few minutes, his kurta came off, and it was your turn to mark him. Your legs intertwined, and the room filled with the sounds of gasps and giggles as the two lovers enjoyed their much-needed time alone.
You don't remember when you fell asleep, but you woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door, quite urgently.
You groaned, turning to see your boyfriend sleeping with his hand thrown over your waist (possessive, even in sleep), his face hidden in the crook of your neck.
You pushed him lightly to wake him up, asking him to go check who it is that is banging on the door at 7 in the morning. He was shirtless, but at least he had his pajamas on. You were still in the nightdress, though it was mostly falling off of you by now.
Amir groaned, but obliged nonetheless, muttering about how it must be the milkman before walking out of the bedroom to get the door.
You snuggled into the bed, lying there for a few more seconds before getting up. Amir should be back by now if it was the milkman, you thought as you tied a robe around your form.
"Amir, baby? Who was it at the door?" You yelled out from the bedroom as you quickly brushed through your hair to look a bit presentable. Hearing no reply, you walked out into the living room, and stopped dead in your tracks at the sight before you.
Your boyfriend was standing by the door, and just in front of him, in all her glory, was Ulfat Baloch. And right behind her, was Rehman Dakait, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze drifting from his son, over to you.
Oh fuck.
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Aami's note: What do we think guys?? I'm a sucker for the secret relationship trope.