Warning: Mature language, mentions of guns m*rder. violence. blood and iniuries. mentions of death. criminal characters, slow-burn romance. strangers to lovers.
DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is NOT about the real life Rehman dakait. This fanfiction is about Akshaye Khanna's character in Dhurandar!!
Summery: After being left for dead, Rehman Dakait is rescued by a mysterious woman who should fear him—but doesn't. As he recovers under her care, an unexpected connection begins to form.
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The next morning, Y/N laid near the window with a book in her lap, trying her absolute best to read. She couldn’t focus. Just a day without him and everything already felt off. She missed taking care of him, missed his quiet presence, the way he would trace her knuckles, the way he held her at night.
A heavy sigh left her as she closed the book sprawled on the charpai.
Thats when someone knocked at the door.
She stood up and opened it. A young boy stood outside. He handed her a folded letter.
"Rehman bhai ne bheja hai," he said simply and left.
Y/N’s eyes flickered to the letter. The moment she saw “From, Rehman” written on the front, a huge smile broke across her face. Her heart sped up as she closed the door and ran upstairs to her bedroom.
She lay down on the bed. For a second she just held the letter, smiling like an idiot. Then she opened it carefully and read the words.
Kal mere ghar shaam ko aa jana. Baat karni hai tumse.
She couldn’t stop smiling, a soft flush spreading across her face. She held the letter close to her heart with one hand. Her other hand reached out instinctively to the empty side of the bed, where he used to sleep.
She stayed like that for a long time, smiling, already imagining seeing him again tomorrow evening.
The next evening, Y/N spent more time getting ready than she ever had in her life.
She sat in front of the mirror in her bedroom, brushing her hair slowly, deliberately. She chose a pretty salwar kameez that hugged her figure, the color soft against her skin. She applied a pinkish shade of lipstick. She looked at herself a small nervous smile playing on her face.
When she arrived at Rehman’s house, the guards at the gate recognized her immediately. They let her in without question. Uzair was waiting at the main door. He greeted her with a polite nod.
"Chaliye," he said, leading her inside.
He took her through the house and stopped outside a large room that was Rehman’s personal area. The room was dark and dim with a big ass chair in the middle.
Rehman stood near the large window, a glass of whiskey swirling slowly in his hand. He wore a white Pathani kurta that contrasted beautifully with his skin. He was looking outside, lost in thought when Uzair called.
The moment his eyes landed on her, his heart dropped... in a good way. She looked stunning, the way her hair framed her face and that genuine, shy smile she wore was genuinely all he wanted to see. For a few long seconds, they simply stared at each other. The air between them grew thick and heavy. Time seemed to pause.
Uzair coughed awkwardly... again, breaking.. whatever they were doing.
Rehman signalled with his head. "Bahar jaa."
Uzair hesitated for half a second, then left, closing the door behind him.
Now it was just the two of them.
Rehman set the whiskey glass down and stepped closer. He walked over to her. He drank in the sight of her. She always looked up at him with those big eyes, like he was the only thing that mattered.
"Main chahta hoon ki tum mere saath kaam karo. Nurse aur bodyguard, dono ke taur par. Jab bhi main ya mere aadmi injured hon, tum sambhalogi. Aur jab zarurat pade, protection bhi. Paisa accha milega. Safe rahogi."
Y/N’s eyes widened. She stuttered, stepping backs slightly. "Rehman... main? Bodyguard? Main toh sirf self-defense ke liye ladna jaanti hoon. Main.. ek gangster ko... pura time protect kaise doongi? Yeh main nahi kar sakti..."
She clearly didn’t believe in herself enough for this. The doubt was written all over her pretty face.
Rehman didn’t let her finish. He took both her soft hands in his and pulling her close.. one would say, too close. Their bodies were on eachother, his height towering over her.
"Rehman— koi dekh lega—" she stuttered, cheeks already flushing, eyes darting toward the door.
"Tum bahut bahadur ho, Y/N. Main ne dekha hai. Tumhari himmat aur taakat kisi mein nahi hai. Mujhe tum chahiye. Sirf tum. Mere team mein koi aur nahi chalega. Main tum par bharosa karta hoon. Tum strong ho... aur mujhe tumhari zarurat hai."
He kept going, telling her how calm she stayed under pressure, how gently yet she had taken care of him, how no one else could do what she did. His thumbs traced slow circles on the back of her hands.
Y/N grew more and more blushy, biting her lip, heart racing. "...Theek hai," she whispered, almost breathless.
A small, satisfied smirk touched Rehman’s lips. Mission accomplished.
"Mere saath... mere ghar mein rahogi?" he murmured.
Her eyes widened again. Leaving that lonely ass makaan on the outskirts, the empty cold nights, the silence? With him?
"Haan," she said softly, a shy but happy smile breaking across her face. "Rahungi."
Everything moved very fast after that.
Rehman wasted no time. The next morning, Y/N’s quiet home was suddenly swarmed with men. Several of Rehman’s guys showed up with boxes, tape, and trucks, ready to pack up her entire life without much of a warning.
She opened the door, still in her simple home clothes, eyes wide and dazed as she saw the small army of men standing there like 🧍♂️
"Rehman bhai ne kaha hai sab kuch shift karna hai," one of them explained.
Y/N blinked, a little overwhelmed, but nodded. She stepped aside to let them in and started helping them. She got super busy over the next two to three days. Folding her clothes carefully, packing her makeup, while packing she found old items which reminded her of how many years she lived in this house.. which always made her smile. She worked tirelessly, sorting through years of her life in that makaan. By the end of each day she was exhausted, shoulders aching, but there was a quiet excitement underneath it all.
Rehman took full advantage of her tiredness. While she was occupied with the visible packing, he quietly sent a separate group of men to the makaan with strict instructions, pack up every single book from her personal library without her noticing. All hundreds of them were to be moved secretly and stored safely at his place. He didn’t want her to worry about them or refuse.
One thing she was sad about was leaving her little library here. She assumed she couldnt bring some many books with her. For her it was already enough that he is letting her stay with him, it would be awkward for her to ask for more.
Rehman was looking out of the window in his bedroom, behind houser, there was a decent unused plot of land. The space was empty, just dry earth.
Uzair appeared. "Ji bhai?"
Rehman didn’t turn around right away. "Peechhe wali zameen ka pata karo. Kiski hai. Kharid lo."
Uzair’s eyebrows shot up. "Haan? Kyu?"
Rehman finally turned, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Pata chal jaayega tujhe."
Uzair stared at him for a second, then nodded reluctantly and left. He knew better than to argue when Rehman had that look.
Uzair went straight to the courtyard where he knew the guys would be, probably chilling.
"Yaar, mujhe aisa lag raha hai ki Rehman bhai kuch ulta seedha karne wale hain," Uzair muttered, lighting a cigarette.
"Kyu?" Saleem asked, leaning against the wall.
"Abhi mujhe peechhe wali zameen khareedne ko bol diya. Ghar toh unhone saalo pehle hi khareeda tha. Ab nayi zameen kyun chahiye?"
Donga frowned. "Haan kya? Tune pucha na kyu chahiye?"
Uzair sighed, "pucha. Par koi sahi jawab nahi diya unhone."
Saleem let out a low whistle. "Yaar… kya lagta hai? Us aurat ke liye khareedi hogi kya?"
Uzair exhaled smoke, eyebrows furrowed. "Hatt, pagal ho gaya hai kya? Usne paise lene se bhi mana kar diya tha. Zameen thodi legi woh."
Saleem suddenly clapped his hands and rubbed them together with a big grin.
"Kya lagta hai? Bhabhi aa rahi hai ghar?"
Bhabhi jokes are always funny, so of course everyone laughed.
"Bhai mujhe laga main hi pagal ho raha hu. Maa kasam maine un dono ko ekdum chipak e baate karte huye." Another one spoke up.
So jt was clear that everyone had seen them be all lovey dovey.
Uzair, who had been trying to keep a straight face, immediately butt in, waving his hand dismissively.
"Hatt pagalon. Bhabhi-vabhi kuch nahi. Bas bodyguard aur nurse hai woh. Bas. Samajh gaye?"
The men quieted for a moment, but the smirks didn’t fade. Donga scoffed loudly.
"Aacha? Toh tu apne 'sirf' bodyguard aur nurse ke saath aise—"
Donga stepped forward, grabbing Uzair’s hands in both of his, exactly like he had seen Rehman do with Y/N. He pulled Uzair close like ekdum chest to chest, and stared into his eyes, mimicking Rehman’s sleepy eyes gaze.
"—aise khade rahoge? Haath pakad ke, aankhein laga ke, aur woh sharma rahi hogi?"
Donga even tilted his head slightly, doing an exaggerated version of Rehman’s intense stare. Uzair burst out laughing and shoved Donga hard in the chest, pushing him away.
"Saale, hat ja! Pagal ho gaya hai kya?!"
Donga stumbled back, still grinning. Even Uzair couldn’t keep a straight face anymore, shaking his head with a reluctant smile.
Deep down, uzair knew they weren’t entirely wrong. He had seen the way Rehman looked at her when he thought no one was watching. The hand-holding. The way he had written a personal letter instead of sending a man to fetch her. Something was definitely happening.
Rehman didn’t stop at just buying the land.
The very next day after the deal was finalized and the land was his. He hired a full team of men, gardeners and aborers. What was once dry land quickly turned into a proper garden. He made sure every single type of plant and herb from Y/N’s old garden was brought over and replanted with care. In the center, he had them install the exact same kind of simple wooden bench she used to sit on with him during the windy afternoons.
He looked over most of it personally, walking around the plot in the evenings, giving quiet instructions.
At the same time, the attic of his house was being converted into a private library. New shelves were built and all her books which secretly packed from the makaan, were carefully arranged on them. A nice chair and a small reading table were added near the window. The room smelled of old paper and fresh wood.
When his men finally couldn’t hold back their curiosity and asked why all this effort was being made, Rehman simply coughed once, looking away toward the window.
"Isse usko ghar jaisa feel hoga," he said quietly. "Woh yahan comfortable rahe, isliye."
The men nodded slowly, exchanging glances behind his back.
Rehman went into the new library one evening to check whether everything was good or not. Running his fingers along the spines of her books, he remembered how her face lit up when she read to him. He imagined her sitting here, long hair falling over her shoulder as she turned pages. Then he walked down to the new garden, sitting on the bench, the evening breeze carrying the familiar vibe of her garden.
He wanted her to feel at home, yes.
But more than that, he wanted her to stay.
He didnt want any more empty nights. She would be here, under the same roof, close enough that he could pull her into his arms whenever he wanted.
Rehman leaned back on the bench, a small but deeply satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Tomorrow, she would arrive.
And this time, she was coming to stay.
It was evening when Y/N arrived at Rehman’s house. She felt awkward, standing in the middle of the large courtyard, suddenly aware of how many eyes were on her. But Rehman didn’t let her feel out of place for long.
He stepped forward immediately, his presence commanding the entire space without raising his voice. “Abhi, sab ghar jao.” he told his men. No one questioned him but Uzair gave one last curious glance before nodding and disappearing with the others.
Rehman took over completely.
He personally showed her around his home. His hand rested on her lower back as he guided her through the house. He led her to her room first, a beautiful room on the first floor, with deep maroon and dark tones, just like her old bedroom. Heavy curtains, dim lighting, and a huge new vanity table against one wall, complete with a large mirror and drawers already stocked with basic things.
“ Yeh tumhara kamra hai,” he said quietly, “Jo chahiye, bata dena.”
Y/N nodded, a little overwhelmed but touched.
Then he took her upstairs to the attic.
The moment Y/N stepped inside the library, she froze. Her eyes widened, lips parting in pure shock. All her books. Every single one. Neatly arranged on strong wooden shelves that lined the walls. The afternoon light poured in from the high windows, making the room feel and look ethereal and alive. The chair by the window and the small table, it was perfect.
Tears pricked at her eyes as the realization hit her.
He did all this... for her.
Rehman stood behind her, observing her with hands clasped behind his back. He saw the way her shoulders softened, the way her fingers trembled slightly as she touched the spine of a familiar book.
From there, he took her outside to the new garden behind the house.
It was almost as big as her original garden, but even more beautiful. The flowers were brighter, the herbs, and in the center there was the exact replica of her wooden bench. The evening breeze carried the familiar scent.
Y/N stood there, staring at everything in silence. Her heart felt too full.
She turned around suddenly, grinning from ear to ear, eyes shining with pure joy and disbelief. Without thinking, she hugged him tightly, arms wrapping around his waist, face pressed into his chest, holding onto him like she never wanted to let go. She was literally jumping inside with excitement.
Rehman hadn’t expected the hug, definitely not outside in broad daylight where anyone could see. For a second he stood stiff. Then her warmth melted into him, soft curves against his hard chest, that addictive scent he had missed so badly wrapping around him, made his arms wrap around her firmly, pulling her even closer. One hand rested on her back, the other held the back of her head, fingers threading gently into her hair.
Really embarrassing considering who much he missed her.
“Kyu kiya itna kuch…?” she asked, voice small and muffled against his chest.
Rehman stayed quiet for a few seconds, his chin resting on top of her head.
“Maan kiya… toh kar diya.”
They had completely forgotten they were standing outside in the garden, in broad daylight.
Then came the familiar sound.
Uzair stood a few feet away, holding a folder of documents in his hand, eyes narrow but clearly fighting back a grin. He had come to give Rehman some papers about the new land registration.
They split apart at the speed of light.
Y/N jumped back like she had been burned. She immediately turned away, suddenly very interested in the leaves of the flowers, pretending to inspect them with intense focus as if they were the most fascinating thing she had ever seen.
Rehman straightened up, clearing his throat once. That smile was gone and his face became stern again. But the faint flush on his neck and the way his jaw tightened gave him away.
Uzair raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as he tried (and failed) to hide his amusement. “Yeh… document dene aaya tha. Par koi nahi… aap dono busy honge.”
Y/N shot Uzair a sharp look over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed and lips pressed together. Every single time. Every time she and Rehman had a moment, this coughing idiot showed up like a professional cockblocker.
Uzair caught the glare and realised that she wasn't pleased with his interruption. He coughed one last time (this time genuinely trying to cover his laugh), which pissed her off more, and raised the folder slightly.
“Bas yeh sign kar lena, bhai. Main chalta hoon.”
He turned on his heel and walked away quickly, trying his absolute hardest not to laugh.
The garden fell quiet again.
The sun was setting, golden hour. Y/N turned back toward Rehman, her breath catching.
She stepped closer, eyes soft.
“Shukriya…” she whispered.
Rehman smiled and gave a slight nod. He gently placed his hand on her lower back and guided her inside the house to her new room.
He even helped her unpack. Which, in her opinion, was too sweet of him. He helped her put her clothes in the cupboard, carefully hanging her pretty clothes, placing her dupattas neatly on one side.
Once they were done, he straightened up and looked at her.
“Nahalo. Main khana le aata hoon room mein jab tum ready ho jaogi,” he said.
Y/N smiled and nodded, warmth spreading through her chest. And he left.
She went into the bathroom, stripping down. The warm water running down her body as she stepped into the shower. She couldn’t let go of the smile on her face. She still couldn’t believe he had done all this… for her. Her. She had loved that little house of hers in her own way, but at the end of the day she was still a woman. The loneliness had crept in, long nights with only books for company, the silence that sometimes felt suffocating and cold pillows.
Saving Rehman had brought a sudden, bright light into her dull days. And now this? The garden, the library, the beautiful room… it felt so fucking good to have some romance in her life. Not to mention the thrill of potentially.. y'know having.. relations with a gangster. Her chest ached in the best possible way.
She couldn’t believe he had thought about her so much. That he had gone to all this effort just so she would feel comfortable here. The water ran down her skin as she closed her eyes, smiling wider, heart full and fluttering.
She got out of the shower eventually, feeling refreshed. It was still a warm evening, so she chose the most comfortable, light and airy clothing she had. She stood in front of the new vanity, brushing her hair in slow, careful strokes when the door opened quietly.
Rehman came in carrying a tray of food. She smiled instantly, hard not to. That big, genuine smile that lit up her entire face.
They sat on the floor together, the tray between them. She ate slowly. Rehman didn’t eat much himself. He just stared at her. She felt a little bad that he had spent so much money and effort on her, but looking at him now, she could tell he didn’t regret one bit of it.
When a little bit of food got stuck on the side of her lip, his thumb gently wiped it off, then he brought his finger to his own mouth and licked it clean, eyes never leaving hers.
Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, lips parted, heat rushing to her face. She realized she was staring like an idiot and quickly looked away, suddenly very interested in her plate again.
After she finished eating, she noticed him getting drowsy. His eyes were half-lidded, shoulders relaxing. She smiled softly.
“Aap jaake so jaiye, raat ho gayi hai,” she said gently.
He hummed in response. Then, without warning, he fucking picked her up. Right off the floor like she weighed nothing.
She was shocked, at how easily he lifted her and at how he didnt even hesitate. A small gasp escaped her as her arms instinctively went around his neck. Rehman carried her to the bed and laid her down.
“Gandi lat laga diya hai tumne,” he muttered, voice sleepy and rough. “Tumhare bina neend nahi aati.”
He laid down next to her without another word, pulling her into his arms. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist, face buried in the crook of her neck.
He wasnt lying, he genuinely couldn’t sleep without her anymore.
Y/N frowned.. at how adorable he was.. at least to her. She hugged him back, pressing closer.
Rehman took her hand gently and placed it in his hair, silently asking for those pets she used to give him. Her heart warmed instantly. She started running her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp the way he liked.
The exhaustion of the day, the emotions, the new beginning… it all caught up with them.
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Sorrryyyy chap thoda late ho gaya. I tried ki bahut sara romance aap logo ko de du taki main zara action scene ko aache se soch pau. Future chapters ke liya bahut excited hu :)) anyway please enjoy I love you guys so much AND OMG IM SOOOOOO SORRY TO THE PEOPLE I FORGOT TO TAG IM SOOOO SORRYYYYYY IM A NEW WRITER BACCHA SAMAJH E MAAF KARDO 🙏🙏🙏
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