More from @weeklymagmas ' Ganster Movie theme this past week! More of the random Gangster AU bits!
And one silly beneath the cut >:3
@analiart drew a very plush chested Leo and while I was shaking them around about how nicely they made it work while also staying in Rise!style, I also made a joke at Leo's expense. uvu
A/N: I just had to write some crack with these batch of images sjwdjwdj seriously how did anyone take this precious baby girl gangster seriously
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; all characters and events are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
WC : 1.5k
Rehman at 22 had acheived a lot, for someone who had grown up on the dirty streets of Lyari without a father’s love and a mother affection, he had risen through the ranks of Haji Laloo’s gangs at a steady pace, ultimately usurping that fucker, to take the mantle for himself. Under him, Lyari became a proper Baloch stronghold, and Rehman threw himself headfirst into the business of illegal arms, political assassinations, and whatever else paid well enough to keep power firmly in his hands.
He built a name for himself, one that travelled far beyond Lyari, and not just because of his brutal nature, but also because, quite annoyingly, he was easy on the eyes. Soft features, fluffy hair that had no business looking that good on a man like him, razor sharp cheekbones, and that slight stubble that made him look more like the second coming of Apollo than someone who could swipe a machete with a clean kill. Karachi feared him, but it also had a bit of a collective crush on him. Unfortunately, that same face often worked against him as rivals would take one look and think, “aww, baby-faced,” right before making the fatal mistake of underestimating him.
Like who in their right mind would look at the fearsome gangster of Lyari, the same man handing out gruesome deaths at every street corner, and think… babygirl? It was almost insulting. Ulfat had called him that once he almost felt like disappearing from the face of the Earth, pouting cutely like a miffed child, until she reassured him that he was only her babygirl, which had him folding instantly and smiling like an idiot for the entire day. God, she really had her ways with making him melt into a puddle.
For fuck’s sake, even his pain-in-the-ass brother Uzair looked more intimidating, mostly because the idiot had the good sense to keep a beard and scowl like he was born doing it. Rehman, on the other hand, was out here suffering. Half the time, it felt less like he was running Lyari and more like Lyari had collectively decided to shoot their shot with him. His handsome yet soft features had him on the receiving end of the most unhinged, lascivious comments known to mankind ranging from chikna lichi to kya maal hai tu from men and women alike.
Unironically, none of it fazed him, Rehman knew he looked good, he knew he could charm the pants off anyone if he wanted to, and if they still insisted on taking him lightly, well… he always had a kasainuma maut tucked neatly in the corner, just waiting to make a point.
At the end of the day, Rehman wanted one thing, money. Serious money. Because who else was going to spoil his precious burger bacha, Ulfat, rotten with all the riches she deserved? The mere thought of her ending up with some idiotic, soft-handed burger boy made something feral crawl up his spine, no, that was unacceptable. That alone was enough motivation for him to start diversifying his dhandha like a man with a five-year business plan.
And so here he was, Rehman Baloch, the ferocious Lion of Chakkiwara, reduced, or rather evolved, into a full-fledged marketing professional. Under a false identity, he sold curated “tours” of Lyari to wide-eyed, overfed burger bachas who wanted to romanticise the very streets they wouldn’t last five minutes walking through alone.
It helped, of course, that he looked the way he did. One charming smile, one smouldering glance, and these kids were ready to pay whatever he quoted, half of them probably forgetting they came for a tour and not to stare at him like he was some kind of limited-edition Greek God exhibit, which came with its own side effects, namely Ulfat getting extremely territorial, which he did not mind at all, since it often resulted in them having the most passionate makeouts regularly.
But some days… some days tested his patience, especially when these same idiots had the audacity to bargain in Lyari over his fees. That was when Rehman had to remind himself, very calmly, that customer service did not, unfortunately, include murder.
Cursing the girl in front of him internally for what felt like the 100th time, Rehman kept his face composed, softening his expression just shy of tragic. He explained, once again, that the tour rate was non-negotiable, layering his words with the right amount of quiet desperation, giving the most influential puppy eyes, which usually worked like a charm, having a 100% success rate with burger bachas, Ulfat being the first to have fallen for those sad forlorn eyes. “Madam, we already don’t come from well-to-do families,” he said, voice dipped in practiced sincerity, “This is just a little we earn on the side, it helps us run our homes. If you start cutting the price from even that, how are we supposed to manage our daily lives? You come from big homes, 500–1000 rupees won’t matter much in the long run, but for us… it means maybe some extra rice, maybe some chicken on the plate.” He paused, letting it sink in, “Please, drop this negotiation and let me show you around Lyari.”
And there it was, the Oscar-worthy performance.
Honestly, half the time Rehman impressed himself. Thanks to Uzair, that absolute menace, he had mastered the fine art of buttering up rich idiots. The same tricks Uzair used on him, shamelessly, and the worst part? Rehman almost folded. Every. Single. Time.
“Bhaisaab, I am not going to pay more than 2500, take it or leave it. I can also go for free, why do I need to pay an entry tax just to access these filthy neighbourhoods,” she scoffed.
Yeah, now she had gone beyond saving.
Okay, fine, it was filthy. But it had more heart, more fight, more life packed into its cracked lanes than all her polished, perfume-drenched colonies put together. Rehman inhaled slowly, forcing his temper back into its cage. Even his gang boys weren’t this dense, and they regularly made decisions that could win awards for stupidity.
“Dekhiye madam, aapko muft mein jaake Lyari ki sair karni hai toh hum kaun hote hain aapko rokne ke liye,” he said, in an unnervingly calm tone. “Par baad mein aakar humse shikayat bilkul mat kariyega, ki aapka samaan chori ho gaya, ya kuch aur ho gaya… you never know what might happen… “, Rehman trailed off, letting it hang in the air.
Please take the bait.
Take the fucking bait.
“Wagera wagera matlab? Yeh kya, aap hume dhamki de rahe hain?” she snapped, clearly worked up now, “Hum achhi tarah jaante hain aap jaise logon se kaise nipatna hai.”
Sighing internally, he knew he would have to place a bit more food on the hook, “Madam yeh Clifton nahi hai, yeh Lyari hai, aur main aapko seedha bol raha hoon, yeh jagah bohot unsafe hai, aaj hi main mushkil se bacha hoon, agar woh billi paas mein cheekh na deti toh shayad mujhe deewar ke peeche lagi bandook ka pata bhi nahi chalta,” he added, shaking his head slightly.
“Hum yeh paise ghoomne ke liye nahi lete, hifazat ke liye lete hain, aur haan agar aapko akela jaana hai toh jaaiye, hume koi problem nahi hai,” he added with a careless shrug, dragging the words just a little, “par baad mein yeh mat kehna ki humne pehle warn nahi kiya… aur aapko suffer karna pada kyunki aapne protection lene se mana kar diya,” Rehman rambled off, his eyes wide, desperately trying to bait her.
“Yeh… yeh aap kya keh rahe hain??? Mujhe wahan jaan ka khatra ho sakta hai?”
Rehman had to physically hold back the urge to roll his eyes, ya Allah, kis level ki bewakoof bache hai yeh, “Ji madam, aapki hifazat ke liye hi yeh sab bol rahe hain,” he replied, nodding a little too eagerly, his eyes comically widening again.
“But don’t you worry, main aapke saath rahunga, poora ghumaoonga aapko,” Rehman added smoothly, slipping right into it, “Cheel Chowk dikhaunga, jahan Rehman bhai ne kasainuma maut di thi… uss thele par jahan usne apne baap ka sar weights se kuchal diya tha… aur docks par, jahan usne uss kamine ko keelon se latka diya tha…” He spoke animatedly, counting his crimes on his fingers, as if recounting his grocery list, praising his own deeds, jumping on the bandwagon, afterall why should he leave out his famed antics out of the picture especially after he saw the slow expression of horror gracing the features of this burger bacha.
Oh he was enjoying this too much.
Maybe one day he can retire from his gang work and operate full time to scare off rich brats.
“...aur agar aap chahein toh ek live demonstration bhi arrange ho sakta hai,” he continued casually, “bas uske liye thoda extra lagega… around 1000 rupees.” A faint snicker slipped out, his tone turning more unhinged with every word. At this point, if this hadn’t scared her off already, he was almost certain she’d bolt within the next minute.
The girl shuffled through her purse, fumbling a little as she pulled out the money, “Uh… bhaisaab, bas ek normal tour theek rahega, aur please mujhe un jagahon par mat le jaana jahan aapke Rehman Bhai ne woh… umm… kasai— kasainu—” she trailed off awkwardly. Rehman glanced at her, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face, while internally he practically leapt, another burger bacha secured. Haash, aaj phir nihari pakki with Uzair.
“Kasainuma maut, madam,” he corrected softly, his voice husky, as he took the wad of cash from her hand without a second thought.
“Waise Ulfat sahi keh rahi thi…”
Rehman turned around slowly, his ears instantly perking up at the mention of his jaan.
