❛ ⸺ Intezaar.੭﹕ᵎᵎ﹒

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• "Intezaar...lamba intezaar...bas thoda aur intezaar. •

• Saamne khadi hai phir bhi intezaar. •

• Bas intezaar, yeh intezaar pagal kar dega mujhe." •

• ‧₊ ♪˚𝄞𓍢ִ໋ ⋆˚ •

• ᯓ 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒. ᯓ 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟. ᯓ 𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑎𝑏𝑖. •

• ᯓ 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠. ᯓ 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠. •

Dhurandhur. -

Uzair Baloch x Kyra Niazi (oc) -

Runaway Dulhan & her Kidnapped Dulha

Football. -

Lamine Yamal x Roop Sohi (oc)

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Runaway Dulhan & her Kidnapped Dulha

Summary ⊹܀ When Kyra runs away from her husband-to-be she decides it’s best to get married to a man she just kidnapped met

Paring ⊹܀ Uzair Baloch x Kyra Niazi (oc)

A/n ⊹܀ hey guys how r u i lowkey like started writing this like right after i posted the chapter 2 and omg i loved all liek comments i got on the last post and i keep posting just for them so keep sending them plzz 🥹🙏also plz like critizing my writing its shit af its so bad omg LOVE YALL MWAHH😛 also I changed the dialog mostly to English because idk my hindi is not good

Warnings ⊹܀ guns, violence, lwk SUPER unrealistic romance, arshad pappu is a warning himself, slight age difference between Uzair and Kyra, shitty parents kinda, Kyra is smart but like really stupid and lwk a wild card, ALSO this is based of the MOVIE Dhurandhur by Aditya dhar (I don’t own characters besides all my oc's), this is not related to their irl counterparts, this does not romanticize or justify the acts of the characters or irl person. ALSO ASLAM AND REHMAN R NOT ENEMIES HERE CUZ 😛i love them smm omg i need more fics on em srsly fr vaise bhi lets go start hojo 😙👌love uuuu MWAHH💋💋 (also guys if u didnt know already 🦢-kyra, inaya, komal----🦭(uzair idk why i chose seal tbh it lowkey matches him iykwim)----🦁(baloch haveli basically+aslam lol) so like when theres two for example 🦢🦭 that means (kyra,inaya,komal,uzair) lol sorry felt like i was confusing u guys tbh sorry 😭🙏

prologue ᣟ𐚁˳ chapter 1 ᣟ𐚁˳ chapter 2 ᣟ𐚁˳ chapter 4..?

Chapter 3

2 days since uzair's kidnapping 

⋆‧°🦁𓏲ּ𝄢 - baloch haveli

The king of lyari had never been so angry than he is now. His younger brother, his younger cousin had been taken from him. Rehman who always made sure to protect Uzair no matter where he was in his dangerous life still let him slip through his fingers. What's worse is that Uzair was stolen from mere women, how could a powerful man like rehman let this happen. 

Rehman currently sat in his throne lost deep in thought with a glass of unfinished whiskey in his hand, that call with that woman was in some way humble Rehman, more than he'd like to admit. She plainly disrespected him, made him look crazy in front of his men and worst of all she sounded like she wasn't taking any of this seriously. 

His thoughts only broke when Hamza and Donga knocked the door to his office, Rehmen singled them in by placing his glass on the table next to his throne and sitting straighter to look somewhat presentable to his men. especially after that whole phone call rehman needed his men to be afraid of him again.

Hamza had his phone in his hand dialing Uzair's phone number again to get in touch with his kidnapper, while doing that donga spoke to ease the scary silence between them and Rehman's deathly glare. 

“Bhai, we've called many times, she's still not picking up what should we do?” Rehman's glare shifted to donga, burning holes into his shiny bald forehead. 

“Call again” Rehman muttered in a tone that made both men's spine shiver. The phone in Hamza's hand once again went on voice mail and he quickly dialed the number again. This time it rang a few times before a woman's voice came through.

“KYA HAI?!” she whispered harshly into the phone. Rehman snapped his head to the phone and strode over and snatched the phone from Hamza's hands. This obviously wasn't the same woman he had talked to before and before they would talk she continued. 

“DONT YOU KNOW I HAVE CLASS TODAY, WHY AREN'T YOU TALKING WHAT DO YOU WANT. I TOLD YOU BEFORE, MAIN CLASS BUNK NAHI KAR SAKTI.” she whispered harshly once again on the phone. The 3 mens braines were running like crazy, class..bunk..is the kidnapper a teenager?

“Who is this, how did you get this phone?” Rehman demanded, the woman on the other line went quiet. 

“ANSWER ME, WHO IS THIS” he barked making both hamza and donga flinch, finally she answered in a softer voice

“Ji, my name is manahil i found this phone on the street next to my house, who is this?” 

“Where is my bhai? I know you took him you bitch”

“OYE- sorry, don't call me bitch you bitch. Fine i took your son-”

“Hes not my so-”

“SHH, babu ji let me speak, we took your son for business only and you will get him back on 27th like my partner said”

“What is this business” The woman went silent thinking of what to say to rehman then she finally answered. 

“So our business is basically where we take a poor, sick man from the streets and he transport him to dubai or any other place to get him married to a girl who ordered him, this girl will pretend to get married to him for 2 weeks then she runs away and the man is flown back to where he once was and then the man is back to normal, just like your son, we will take him to..dubai for 2 weeks then after his marriage we will send him back, plus you get a bunch of money for his service….Samajh aa gaya, ya phir dobara bolun?”

“Kya?” Rehman muttered unbelievable, there was no way this was real. What type of business is this?

“Whos your boss? Let me talk to him”

“OYEE, Her, I'm a woman..I'm the boss.” Rehman let out a laugh, he didn't find this funny once but instead he found it unbelievably stupid, this woman was spotting nonsense. Rehman brought the phone to his side and held the bridge of his nose in annoyance and frustration. Rehman once again brought the phone up to his ear with a new found anger and annoyance in his voice. 

"Tum is bewaqoof business ke boss nahi ho sakte agar tum khud bhi is business jitne hi bewaqoof ho" The other line was silent then the woman's voice rang out loudly.

“KYA?! MAIN BEWAQOOF?! BEWAQOOF TOH TUM HO HUM NE TUMHE PEHLE HI BATA DIYA THA KE USSE 27 TAREEKH KO WAPAS LE AANA, LEKIN TUM PAGALON KI TARAH BAAR BAAR CALL KIYE JA RAHE HO! HUM YAHAN EK AURAT KO BURI SHAADI SE BACHAANE KI KOSHISH KAR RAHE HAIN AUR TUM USKE BUSINESS KO BEWAQOOF KEH RAHE HO? BEWAQOOF TOH TUM HO, BESHARAM AADMI! AUR SUNO, AGAR TUMNE DOBARA CALL KIYA NA, TOH IS BAAR TUMHARA BETA WAPAS NAHI AAYEGA!" 

The woman yelled over the phone letting both donga and hamza hear what was said, they both shared a look of worry and fear not only for uzair but for the rage of their boss. Rehman was shocked, no person ever dared to yell at him, call him a bewaqoof and other things. This was a first for him and he was angry. After she finished he yelled straight back louder,

"OYE MUJHE BEWAQOOF MAT KAHO! AGAR DOBARA MUJHSE AISE OONCHI AWAAZ MEIN BAAT KI NA, TOH TUMHE DIKHA DOONGA KE MAIN ASAL MEIN KAUN HOON MUJHE ABHI BATAO KE MERA BHAI KAHAN HAI TOH MAIN TUMHE AUR TUMHARE CHHOTE SE BUSINESS KO CHAIN SE CHHOR DOONGA. AUR AGAR TUMNE MERE BAARE MEIN AUR BAKWAAS KI NA, TOH TUMHARE LIYE BOHOT BURA HOGA, SAMJHI?" 

The room went quiet and so did the women on the other line. Then rehman continued gritting his teeth, 

“I wont call again but i want him in lyari by tomorrow or youre dead. Got it” rehman thought she was done but she answered once again, 

“No, you yelled so you get no son now, i was going to give you a deal to get him back but now because you yelled at me and threatened me like the kuta you are you're not getting a deal. Khuda Hafiz” She ended the call leaving Rehman speechless, the room was now filled with a threatening silence both hamza and donga standing still so they don't get noticed by the raging man in front of them. Rehman threw the phone across the room in a sudden motion, his breathing heavy as he paced slowly back and forth in front of his throne. Then he looked for his shoulder at Hamza and muttered under his breath. 

“Call Aslam tell him we have a problem"

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

Inaya ended the call and placed Uzair's phone back in her pocket. When that call came she was in class and the phone wouldn't stop ringing and eventually when she tried to look at who was calling her the teacher came over and told her to either give her the phone or get out. Obviously she chose to get out, who would ever give the phone of the man her friend kidnapped away, she's stupid but not that stupid. Plus if her phone ever got taken away from school she'd get in trouble from her dad who already was mad at her for skipping school the other day. 

Inaya obviously knew of the rule of respecting elders but how can she when that old hag is the reason she's going to get ass beat at home by her father. Her father was mercyless, being the daughter of the S.P of the lyari task force was not for the weak, every time he would get a complaint from her school he'd made her run miles, military workouts until her entire body was sore, not only that her phone and going out privileges would be taken away from her. She could not let that happen not with what was going on with kyra. 

Inaya was currently in the college library with Komal, sitting in the very back of the library as inaya informed her of the phone call and what had happened. Eventually after she finished, Uzair's phone sat in front of them on the small table that separated them, buzzing with a call from another number. Both girls looked at each other, wondering if they should pick up. Suddenly Komal picked up the phone to answer it when Inaya slapped her hand away which caused the phone to land on the floor. 

“What was that for?!” Komal whispered loudly, scrubbing her hand in the place where inaya had slapped it, 

“What if we answer and they have already called the police and they are tracking the phone?” Inaya whispered back her tone laced with paranoia and anxiety. Komal rolled her eyes at the girl in front of her, 

“Obviously they called the police idiot but you told them that we sent that guy to Dubai so maybe they over there trying to find him plus that's not even the same number right?”

“Yea its not but what if-” inaya was cut off when the voice sounded through the phone that was still on the floor. 

“OYE, HELLO?! ANSWER!” The voice sounded through, it wasn't the same voice that Inaya had heard an hour ago, this sounded far too familiar. Komal and inaya shared a look before Komal scrambled to get the phone off the floor. She threw it into Inaya's hands who threw it onto the table like it was a hot potato. They shared a look before Komal slowly put the phone to her ear. 

“Hel-” 

“IM GONNA KILL YOU IF DONT ANSWER YOU BIT-” Komal's eyes went wide, she knew that voice clearly. She quickly ended the call and threw the phone on the table,

“KON THA WO?!” Komal stared at her, her jaw open, She looked shell shocked. Inaya shook her friend's shoulders, demanding an answer for why she abruptly ended the call. Komal finally moved from her still position she cupped Inaya's face,

“Inaya, I thought you said your dad was out of town..” Komal whispered to Inaya, Inaya's eyes went wide as she glanced at the phone and back at Komal whose eyes were actively tearing up. 

"Oh shit…hum toh gaye." Inaya whispered before she continued. “We need to break the phone before he tracks us to here.” She said frantically, grabbing the phone and banging it on the table to break it. Komal grabbed her hand and stopped her, smiling like she had already accepted death as a tear dramatically fell down her face. Inaya's eyes welled up as well. 

“I'm pretty sure he already tracked us here.” Komal and inaya let go of each other and sat hunched, staring at the phone on the table. 

“We should probably get out of here before my dad catches us out of class.” 

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢🦁₊˚⊹⋆ - collage campus

It had been a while since that phone call happened between rehman and the woman he had called aslam right after. He and aslam weren't that close, it was only because he had helped aslam once so now aslam owed him something as well and this was that, helping rehman find uzair. 

Aslam came 20 minutes after rehman had called, rehman had informed him of the situation and aslam came up with a plan, to call them again and track the location of the phone call. That was exactly what they did, aslam called uzair’s phone through one of his men's phones and they were able to track it down to a collage library. 

Which was where aslam was now with a couple of his men. It was also the same collage his daughter went to so he had quickly not only to see her but also to make sure she was safe, how could aslam ever let anything happen to his precious inaya. 

The director was now walking aslam to the library, finally they got the library entrance and before the director left aslam told him, 

“Make sure no one enters or leaves the campus, the criminal might still be here trying to escape, make sure no one leaves.” 

Meanwhile, inaya and komal were on their way to the front of the campus to get out but right as they got there, the gate closed right in their face and guards had stopped them and sent them back to class. The phone was still with them but it was turned off alongside the sim being taken out. It currently sat in a komal bag at the very bottom. 

They were now sitting in the bathroom in the biggest stall thinking of ways to get out. Class didn't start for another hour and she and Komal already didn't want to go. Then komal sat up and made inaya sit up anxiously waiting for an idea that could get them out of here and go to kyra. 

“What if we yell like the police are here and make a commotion so then everyone is going crazy and then all the teachers and the police and your dad are going to be too busy trying to make everyone calm and then we can run out the back gate without anyone seeing…good idea right” 

Inaya just looked at her like she was crazy,

 “And who's going to be yelling this?” Both girls went silent, looking every but each other. Then komal spoke again, 

“Rock, paper, scissors. 1 round” inaya just scoffed but raised her hands anyways. 

“Rock”

“Paper”

“Scissors"

“SHOOT” Inaya had closed her eyes on the final blow looking away, while Komal looked straight at who won.

“Inayaaaaa”  Inaya's eyes snapped open in shock, then she started shaking her head, Komal grabbed her bag, putting it on her and grabbing inaya’s as well putting it on the front of her. She grabbed inaya’s arm who was sitting on the toilet still shaking her head in shock. Komal pulled her up dragging her out of the stall. 

“Ill be waiting at the back fence holding it open for you just run through right after okay, yell really loudly ill be supporting you..form the back fence.” 

“Nahi, ko nahi main nahi karna, Abbu mera sar pole pe latka denge. Mein nahi, komal please 2 more rounds” The girl pleaded, grabbing Komal's arms and holding on to the stall wall so Komal wouldn't be able to take her away. 

"Ya Allah, meri jaan, kuch nahi hoga. Bas zor se chillana aur seedha bhaag jaana, theek hai?" Komal exclaimed sweetly just as a mother would when forcing her children to go meet relatives. They got out of the bathroom after a while, mostly because Inaya refused to go and Komal was fighting her like she was a cat refusing to take a bath. But eventually they made it out and now they were walking towards the main hall where most classes took place.

Komal stopped right in the middle, at the end of the hall was a door to the back which would lead to where Komal would be, at the back fence, it wasn't that much of a long run but it was still something, and if inaya didn't yell in the next 5 minutes the guard would come and their entire operation would be broken. 

Komal was now at the end of the hall opening the door and waving and grinning at inaya who was sulking in the middle of the hallway. 

“You got this girl, GO INAYA” Komal whispered loud enough for her voice to echo around the hallway. Now inaya was fully left alone in the long hallway, she turned around looking if anyone was coming. Her heart felt like it was coming out of her ass at that very moment, she breathed in a sharp breath and yelled loudly, 

"POLICE AA GAYI HAI CAMPUS MEIN KOI KHOONI GHOOM RAHA HAI SAB BHAGO JALDI BHAGO!" murmurs began rising form each class rooms as she fled down the hall yelling

“BHAGOOOOO” she escaped with a rebellious grin on her face, teachers began screaming and guards came running from all directions as she fled through the door and started for komal was standing at the very end of the back holding the large fence door open. After what felt like running a whole soccer field, Komal and inaya ran through the fence and out the college campus and got in a rickshaw straight to Kyra's house. 

Meanwhile, with aslam who was looking around in the library until he heard that scream, he stridded to the hall where students were flooding out the classes and trying to get out, Aslam's voice went unheard from all the panicked students. 

  ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢🦭₊˚⊹♡˚- dolmen mall

Kyra obviously didn't like any of the dress options her mother picked out for her nikkah so obviously Kyra thought it would only be reasonable if she got her own dress alongside with her future husband's opinion at a mall, so smart. 

Currently uzair sat inside a dress store, he wore a large hoodie that could completely cover his face if pulled down enough, he didn't want to come here he was obviously forced just like everything else that was happening in his life at the moment. His own kidnapper was taking him outside, giving him a chance of freedom, and he was denying, you would think he was stupid but if he ran she would die if he didn't he would, well not really but his patience definitely would. 

After 2 hours of Kyra not liking the choices, trying on outfits, jewelry, and much much much MUCH more they were finally checking out the dress. Of course kyra gave the heavy dress to the uzair to hold, how the hell is a dress this heavy uzair wondered sighing heavily internally. 

Both walked out and Kyra suggested they get some food from the food court before they head home. Uzair couldn't have agreed more. They sat down with some momos, burgers, fries, and coke. To say they were hungry was an understatement, they were inhaling the food like they hadn't eaten for 30 days, especially Uzair who ate like it was his last meal. 

They left the mall as kyra waved for a taxi or rickshaw, uzair looked around looking for a ride when he saw his friends, donga, hamza, and siyahi. They didn't notice him but it was obvious they were looking for him. Before he could hide himself, siyahi glared right in his direction, making eye contact with Uzair. Siyahi squinted his eyes to get a better look at uzair, uzair quickly turned around and grabbed Kyra's hand quickly walking back inside the mall to hide from siyahi. 

“Oye, I thought you said you were tired?” Kyra exclaimed, jogging so she could match his fast pace. 

“What happened? Did someone you know see you, your babu ji?!” she asked worriedly, uzair ignored her and looked back to catch a glimpse of siyahi to see if he was still following them. 

“Ill tell you in a minute just follow me without questions, idiot.” Uzair answered her sharply, quickening his pace. He turned again and then he met his friends eyes once again, this time siyahi knew who it was and he yelled, 

“UZAIRRRR!!” 

Kyra was about to look back but uzair shouted at her to not to look back, they quickly found another exit and ran straight out and threw themselves into the nearest rickshaw they could find. As they drove off Uzair looked back once again to see siyahi looking around confused and then ran back inside the mall. 

Uzair let out a sigh of relief and turned back around and was met with the face of fear and worry, kyra was clutching her heart as if to calm it down. Uzair’s eyes softened at the girl's actions. 

“That was one of my friends, he was looking for me with my brother. Also do you not know who i am, do you even know my name? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE 2 DAYS AGO?” he yelled, the driver took a quick peek back at both of them and then continued driving in fear after who he saw uzair. The driver knew who he was but the girl in front of him didn't, excellent. 

She stayed silent for a bit before answering in a small fearfilled voice. 

“No…” 

Uzair slapped his forehead in annoyance at the girl's actions, 

this girl is going to get herself killed. 

Meanwhile, Naieem stood confused and alarmed inside the mall. He had just seen his uncle and Faizal's friend's elder sister run through the mall together with Siyahi chasing after them. What confused him even more was that they were even together. Even more was that his uncle was here running around with a girl while his father was quickly running around all of pakistan like crazy looking for the kidnapper and uzair, when they were right here in karachi. 

Naieem took a sip from his soda cup slowly with one thought running through his head. 

Should he tell his father what he saw or watch everything play out from the sideline. 

Decisions 

Decisions 

Decisions

Who is he kidding he's obviously gonna watch from the sidelines, abbu didnt raise no snitch. 

A/n ⊹܀ omg reading this tbh it does not make sense its so chaotic but all that really matters to me is if u get a good laugh from this cuz i just wanna make u smile beautiful girll 😙💋 LOVEE UUU SMM I DO HOPE IT KINDA MAKES SOME SENSE LOL BUT LOVE UU ALL SMM PLZ COMMENT I LIVE FOR THAT LOL LOVE YALL ❤️❤️❤️

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Runaway Dulhan & her Kidnapped Dulha

Summary ⊹܀ When Kyra runs away from her husband-to-be she decides it’s best to get married to a man she just kidnapped met

Paring ⊹܀ Uzair Baloch x Kyra Niazi (oc)

A/n ⊹܀ uhh so I’m sorry I was gone for so long I lowkey got in trouble with my mom lol I got caught reading some shit lol and then I got grounded for like 2 months but now I took my phone back hopefully I don’t get caught again 😫😣 but while I was gone i also had exams so I couldn’t write much but now I’m back and I’m writing like a mad man, ALSO NOTE that after this chapter all my fics will fully be in English dialogue as well cuz writing in hinglish lowkey is hard cuz I’m not a native speaker I’m fully Punjabi so it’s lowkey hard and I’m really trying to practice my English rn so sorry y’all but anyways I love y’all smmm MWAHHH💋💋😘

Warnings ⊹܀ guns, violence, lwk SUPER unrealistic romance, arshad pappu is a warning himself, slight age difference between Uzair and Kyra, shitty parents kinda, Kyra is smart but like really stupid and lwk a wild card, ALSO this is based of the MOVIE Dhurandhur by Aditya dhar (I don’t own characters besides all my oc's), this is not related to their irl counterparts, this does not romanticize or justify the acts of the characters or irl person.

prologue ᣟ𐚁˳ chapter 1 ᣟ𐚁˳ chapter 3ᣟ𐚁˳ chapter 4..?

Chapter 2

  ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢🦭₊˚⊹♡˚

Uzair awoke, his eyes scanning the room and then landing on the floor where his kidnappers were playing cards and cutting cubes of fresh mango. His eyes widened, he tried to yell but his mouth was covered by the thick dupatta that tasted like dirt and smoke. Finally kyra’s eyes snapped over to uzair who was shaking around in his seat. 

“Arey, woh jaag gaya hai ek second.” kyra got up, stepping over the plate full of mango peels striding over to uzair, who was tightly tied to a chair in the corner. She took off the thick dupatta and before she could speak, Uzair yelled his voice hoarse and dry. 

“AREY TUM PAGAL HO KYA? TUMHE PATA BHI HAI MAIN KAUN HOON? MUJHE KYUN UTHAAYA HAI? ISKI SAZA TUMHE ZAROOR MILEGI, TUM ZINDA NAHI BACHOGE.” The room went silent, Kyra shushed him like a little child, placing her finger over his lips. 

“Aray, mere future shohar, pareshaan mat ho. Chup Chup, rona nahi. Main tumhe sirf do hafton ke liye udhaar le rahi hoon, theek hai?” Uzair stared at her like she had two heads. Did this girl really just call him her future husband? 

“SHOHAR KY-” 

“HAT, CHUP” One of the other girls yelled loudly, instantly silencing the shocked Uzair. 

Kyra picked up Uzair's phone from the floor and shook it in his shocked face, grinning widely as she exclaimed, 

“Ab tum is aadmi ko,” pointing at rehmans caller id

“jo baar baar phone kar raha hai, yeh batao ke tum theek ho aur sab theek rahega, samjhe?” Seeing Uzair's shocked face she added.

 “Tumhe samajh nahi aa raha?… Main English mein bolun?” 

"Mujhe lagta hai tumne galat banda utha liya hai. Dekho, main tumhara shohar nahi hoon, main–WHAM” Uzair tried to explain calmly but as he started Kyra slammed the pillow across the uzairs face making him groan loudly

"Nahi, maine sahi banda hi uthaya, bas bahar itna andhera tha ke mujhe samajh hi nahi aaya ke kya scene hai." she laughed, suddenly uzairs phone rang, and she grinned 

That grin did in fact send shivers down Uzair's spine, 

She looks high as hell he thought to himself as he stared at her with wide eyes. 

“Ek second” she answered the phone, putting it on speaker and putting it closer to uzairs face for him to say what she had told him too. 

"UZAIR! UZAIR, TUM KAHAN HO?! TUM THEEK TOH HO NA?! KAHIN CHOT TOH NAHI LAGI?!" Rehman's voice boomed through the phone, 

"BHAI, BACHA LO MUJHE! TEEN LADKIYON NE MUJHE KIDNAP KAR LIYA HAI AUR AB MUJHSE SHA-” Kyra snapped the phone back while komal came over and stuffed the thick dupatta back in his mouth, his screams muffled against the cloth. 

"Hello ji, yeh jhoot bol rahe hain, main kuch bhi bura nahi kar rahi. Bas main inko… uhh… do hafton ke liye isteemal kar rahi hoon, bas. Max. Inko 27 tareekh tak wapas expect kar lena, tab call kar lena please, thank you. Also please babu ji, do not worry I take very, VERY good care of my victims”

“Isteemal..victims”

" OH Sorry ji, i ment my clients. Tum 27 tareekh ko is number pe call kar lena agar inko wapas chahiye, Mr…?" 

“OI KANJAR”

“Oh, Mr. Kanjar..okay well mr. kanjar”

“NAHI MAIN RE-”

"Theek hai Mr.kanjar ji, phir milte hain 27 ko, khuda hafiz." Kyra ended the call, uzair’s eyes still wide with fear and shock. Did this girl really just call the rehman baloch a kanjar? 

Woh toh gayi Uzair thought his eyes on kyra who had returned to eating mangos on the floor. 

He yelled again, shaking his head to get noticed by the 3 girls. Kyra sighed loudly, rolling her eyes. 

“ABEY, KUTTE KI AULAAD, CHUP HO JAA, BAK BAK KARNA BAND KAR!" Inaya hollered at Uzair, obviously he didn't get the hint so Komal came over and whispered harsh threats into his ear which made him quiet down.

"Komal, meri jaan, tumhari baaton mein toh sach mein jaadu hai." Kyra sniggered, her hands covered in the sticky juice that dripped out of the mango. She cut a couple of slices of the mango, after eating one she nodded to Uzair.

“Ek chahiye?" holding up a slice of perfect, yellow, mango. 

Uzair was hungry. Obviously, the first few hours of driving then getting kidnaped it was hard work for the kidnappers and the victim. But he obviously couldn't give in so easily. So he glared at Kyra and snapped his eyes away as if to say no. 

“Teek hai,” she shrugged, biting into the mango.

"Ek do ghante mein hum mere ammi abbu ke paas jaa rahe hain." she spoke after fully finishing her mango,

 “TUM,” she added, pointing at Uzair. 

"Tum bilkul chup rahoge aur kuch bhi nahi bologe…teek hai?” she questioned, Uzair still glared at her but it had not affected her in any way. 

"AYE, AISI NAZRON SE APNI BIWI KO MAT GHUR!" Komal yelled, throwing a pillow in this direction. Inaya laughed loudly. 

Uzair had never felt more annoyed than this, these girls would make him age at least 20 years after they were done with him. He sighed in annoyance. He was going to be dead by the time Rahman found him, not out of anything murderous but of the stupidity of these 3 girls. 

  ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢🦭₊˚⊹♡˚ at the Niazi haveli

It was only Uzair and Kyra now, both Inaya and Komal had their own business to attend. The large white haveli that they now stood in front of was intimidating for Kyra, this was the first time she had been really this scared to come home. Uzair on the other hand still had his mouth covered with a thick dupatta. His wrist is in the tight hold of kyra. 

Kyra turned to Uzair, Noticing the dupatta she untied it while still holding his wrist. Her hand was small but firm but yet the hand was too small to fully wrap around his entire wrist. Leaving enough space for him to snatch his wrist away and run away, which he didn't really have the energy to want too. 

They entered the haveli, Kyra looked around for someone then called out, 

“Ammi..abbu” her voice echoing around the haveli. 

"KYRA!? KYRA WAPAS AA GAYI HAI SAB, haider idhar aao apne abbu ko call karo unko batao Kyra wapas aa gayi hai" her mother worried voice booming around the hall as she made her way down to kyra. She strided up to Kyra, a prominent stress line etched into her face which Kyra was most likely to blame for. 

She pulled Kyra into an embrace completely ignoring the tall, dirty, smelly man beside her. 

“Arey meri Kyra main yakeen nahi kar sakti ke tumhari shaadi us aadmi se hone wali thi mujhe maaf kar do meri beti main kaisi maa hoon jo apni beti ko Pappu jaise gande aadmi ke haath dene jaa rahi thi” Kyra hugged her back and before anyone could say something kyra’s father yelled loudly in shock at the man next to his daughter. 

"AREY KYRA, YEH KAUN HAI?!" Kyra snapped her head back and grabbed Uzair's arm latching on to it. 

"Mera hone wala shohar." she stated calmly. Uzair was about to take his arm out of her grip but before he could she pinched his arm and stepped on his foot. He gritted his teeth and took his sore foot out. 

"Arey Kyra, tumne humein pehle kyun nahi bataya?! Hum dono ki shaadi bhi kara dete!" her mothers tone is still as worried as before. Her father snapped his gaze to Uzair and asked him. 

"Tumhara naam kya hai?" Uzair opened his mouth to speak and said he didn't even know who this woman was but kyra interrupted him. 

"Abbu, yeh goonga hai." Kyra explained, her eyes shimmering with fake tears and desperation. She sniffed and blinked dramatically. 

“Ammi, mujhe pata tha aap kabhi hamare pyaar ko accept nahi karti, isliye maine hamare special pyaar ko aap se chhupa ke rakha.” she added, side hugging uzair who just stood like a robot. 

"Achha, lekin hum aisa kyun—"  Kyra cut off her father, still going with her act. 

"Mujhe koi farq nahi padta woh gareeb ho ya ugly ho. Koi farq nahi” Uzair snapped his head to glare at kyra.

 Ugly? uzair?

“Main usse uski wajah se pyaar karti hoon, aur woh mujhse pyaar karta hai. Meri jaan, mera pyaar..main usse pyaar karti hoon, aur tum humein kabhi alag nahi kar sakte." Kyra cried dramatically, hugging Uzair tightly from the side, her head resting on his arm. Her parents' eyes wide, their jaws slightly open as they took in the words their daughter said. 

"MAIN USSE PYAR KARTI HOON AUR TUM LOG MUJHE KABHI USSE PYAR KARNE SE ROOK NAHI SAKTE!" she yelled dramatically pointing at her parents. 

"Kyra, mujhe pata hai, aur hum usko accept karte hain agar woh tumhe khush rakhta hai, toh—" Her mother stated before getting interrupted by kyra once again. 

"MAT KOOSHISH KARO HUMEIN ALAG KARNE KI! MAIN USSE PYAAR KARTI HOON, TUM AISA KYUN KAR RAHE HO?!” Uzair rolled his eyes, this girl really was stupid, her parents are ready to accept yet she's still yelling. Her father spoke again 

“Kyra, usko accept karte hain agar tum usse pyaar karti ho aur woh tumhe khush rakhta hai, toh theek hai hum nikah fix kar dete hain.” he announced, uzair turned to kyra who looked like the the gears in her brain were only just starting to turn. She grinned her fake tears and sad face magically disappearing in seconds as she ran into her fathers arms 

“Thank you papa, I love you so much” she gave him a kiss on his cheek and then did the same to her mother. Her father laughed seeing his daughter so happy.

“Aur iska naam kyra hai?” Her father asked curiously, Kyra stopped and looked back at uzair,

“Uh..yeh hain..Ali.. haan mera ali jaan” she said smiling again going back to grab Uzairs hand 

“Ali jaan, Yeh kaisa naam hai?” her father said, looking at kyra who was now slowly backing up and dragging Uzair up the stairs,

"Papa please dont question our love and now Main aur yeh ab hamare nikah ke baare mein baat karne jaa rahe hain." She dragged him upstairs and into her room, closing the door and flopping onto the bed. Uzair stood there looking over at her lying on the bed, he sat down on the bed but not before Kyra took a pillow and smacked his back. 

"Arey, sorry yaar-BAS KAR" He managed to say while slipping off the bed and sitting on the floor in a curled position. The poor guy already looked tired enough, messy hair, dirty face and clothes. Kyra dropped the pillow once again on his face before falling back on the bed. 

Uzair, meanwhile, sat on the floor on the side of the bed. After a while of silence between the two he lied down on the floor and tried to sleep, but of course when in a situation like this how could one sleep. One thought ran through his head, why would she kidnap him, she could have just ran away why didnt she? 

So he sat up again and looked at kyra who was lying on the bed taking up most of the space with her arms and legs spread out. He studied her figure before speaking

"Tum mujhe saath kyun laaye? Seedha bhaag kyun nahi gaye? Aur waise tum kis se shaadi karne wali thi ke tum bhaag gayi?" She opened her eyes and looked down at Uzair meeting his eyes she whispered, 

" Arshud pappu, Agar main bhaag jaati, toh woh mujhe dhoond ke kisi aur buddhe aadmi se shaadi kara dete. Main bas padhna chahti hoon,aur kisi achhe aadmi se shaadi karna chahti hoon.” Her voice was softer than before. She almost sounded like a whole different woman.  She studied his face, her eyes running over his features, his sharp jaw and eyes. He looked well, soft hair, sharp eyes that seemed to slice down her walls, he looked nice..but not every man is like what they look like.

Uzair obviously knew Arshud pappu, if that man isnt good at handling a gang how could he handle a women like kyra. Uzair also knew his thing for young beautiful girls like Kyra, that man was nowhere near good for a woman like Kyra. But was Uzair good enough? Then her soft voice rang out again in a small whisper. 

“tum achhe aadmi ho?" his eyes softened at her question. All this girl really wanted was a nice life, a man like Arshud would ruin it completely. He took a minute to respond, another silence falling over them but this silence was different. It felt almost pleasant and peaceful, not awkward like before. 

Uzair thought of a way to answer the question, no one had ever asked him a question like that, was he nice? He didn't know, his line of work, family, would the people around him all say that he was a nice being. 

For the first time Uzair didn't know how to answer a question about himself. 

Kyra stared at him, it had been, maybe, 2 minutes since she asked that. What type of guy doesn't know if he's nice or not. She sighed and sat up and slapped the back of his head to gain his attention.

“Haan ya naah? kitna simple question hai yaar” He sighed and just nodded, he still wasn't sure if he was a nice man but at the same time she wasn't a nice girl. She flopped down on the bed again, throwing her arm over her eyes. 

He looked around her room, a big bed, vanity, a tv over her dresser that was literally over flooding with clothes. Her window was obviously screwed shut from the inside. 

“Tumhari khadki screw karke band kyun ki hui hai?” He looked back at her,

“Kyuki main bohot baar jati karti hoon, is khadki se.” she answered without looking up, 

“Tum itna sneak out kyun karti ho?” Uzair obviously didn't know anything about what these burger bache did for their free time, so of course,

“Party sharty karti hu, now please shut up, main sona chati hu” He got up and went to the bathroom. After a minute or two he came out and tapped her foot, 

“Helloooo,Main hamesha aise hi gareeb rehne wala hoon kya? Mujhe naye kapde do pehne ke liye, meri toh haalat kharab ho rahi hai, badboo aa rahi hai." She clicked her tongue and got up with an annoyed look on her face. 

"Apni hone wali biwi se aise baat karte ho?" Uzair sighed, 

"ay, tum meri biwi nahi ho. Chi” 

“CHI! MAIN CHI” kyra yelled standing on the bed, she grabbed a pillow and held it up, immediately Uzair brought his hands up to protect his face.

“SORRY SORRY, MAAF KARDO” his hands held in a praying motion hitting his forehead as he yelled. 

“Thoda pyaar se bolo, shayad phir main sun loon”

“mujhe naye kapde de do, aur ek shower bhi” 

“Please bhaag gaya kya?” Uzair sighed with annoyance then kyra hit the pillow over his head. 

“BOLO” 

“PLEASE, PLEASE”

“Arey bewaqoof, please. Mujhe-”

Uzair sighed once again, this girl in no time would successfully take all the air out from him. 

“Please. Mujhe. Naye. kapde. De. do. Aur please ek shower bhi. Please”

“Good boy” she grinned cheekily

“EY-” Kyra slapped his cheek lightly enough to silence him, a finger pointed straight in the face as she stared at him with wide eyes as if it was a warning. 

"Ek lafz aur bola na toh phir main kuch aisa karungi jo tumhe bilkul pasand nahi aayega. Shhh” she whispered, her face dangerously close to his. Uzair noticed her eyes a bit more, the brown speckled with a hazel color on the outskirts of her iris, her black eye lashes long which made her eyes look more bigger and doe than before. 

She jumped of the bed and opened her bedroom door, before leaving she turned back 

"Main abbu ke closet se tumhare liye kapde lene jaa rahi hoon. Aur agar tumne kisi cheez ko haath lagaya na, toh tumhari ungliyan tod dungi.” she gritted her teeth as she pointed all over the room and continued, 

“okay...OKAY" 

“HAAN HAAN OKAY” he rolled his eyes and sat on the bed

"OY NICHE NICHE FLOOR PE BAITHO”  kyra pointed at him and he slipped off the bed to sit on the floor looking like a kicked puppy. 

“Good boy”

A/n ⊹܀ so I really hate this my writing is very very VERY BAD RN omg I need to write more guys I am so sorry like this is asss omg I hate this bs it’s so bad I’ll be better in the next I swear. Anyways love y’all MWAH💋💋 ALSO DO YALL WANT MEMES WITH TS I LOVE MAKEN EM BRO OMG

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Runaway Dulhan & her Kidnapped Dulha

Summary ⊹܀ When Kyra runs away from her husband-to-be she decides it’s best to get married to a man she just kidnapped met

Paring ⊹܀ Uzair Baloch x Kyra Niazi (oc)

A/n ⊹܀ so I’m having really fun writing this yall 😛 y’all r to kind lowkey, also sorry again mean I'm punjabi so I speak only punjabi but I understand hindi and shi but I don't know it all I'm pretty ahh not gonna lie. ALSO I forgot to mention this in the last part that this is a like NON-cannon dhurandhar au so they are gangsters but no terrorists also no-spy au lol...my bad for forgetting it last time. ALSO I reread this to edit it and ong my writing is horrible l 😭😣 so I lowkey took long it post cuz it's ASS. 😔😔

Warnings ⊹܀ guns, violence, slight angst ( just a pinch), lwk SUPER unrealistic romance, arshad pappu is a warning, slight age difference between Uzair and Kyra, shitty parents (not slight they are), Kyra is smart but like really stupid and a lwk a wild card, ALSO this is based of the MOVIE Dhurandhur by Aditya dhar (I don’t own characters besides all my oc's), this is not related to their irl counterparts, this does not romanticize or justify the acts of the characters or irl person. (ALSO PLZ NOTE THAT the slanted bold text is like someones thoughts)

prologue ᣟ𐚁˳ chapter 2

Chapter 1

˖𓍢ִ✧˚.🦭ིྀ˚

Uzair closed the car door shut, stretching his stiff legs and arms, caused by the countless hours of driving. He took out a pack of cigarettes, taking one out and putting it against his lips. He flicked his lighter to life and lit his cigarette.

Uzair circled his jeep as clouds of smoke curled around him. making his way to the back of it, he leaned on the trunk and blew out another cloud of smoke.

It was cold, not a bad cold but more of a blissful cold. With no wind to disturb the peace. The sky was jet-black, with the only thing slightly lighting the dark streets were the dim street lamps. It didn't take long for Uzair to get lost in his thoughts, his mind making him think about the harsh teasing he had faced about 4 hours ago.

⋆˚꩜｡ 4 hours ago ⋆˚꩜｡

“Bhai, kyun na hum yahin tum logon ke saath ek hotel room book kar lein, haveli wapas jaane mein kaafi time lagega, hum sab kaafi tired hain” It was 8:30pm at that time, the sky was dark, and the streets half empty. Yet here they all just Uzair stood arguing to stay here at the hotel instead of driving 5 and half hours back home.

Rehman had stated that he wanted to finally be able to spend some time with his wife, alone, and since they were already here, away from the kids and the business, they might as well take the chance for themselves. Hamza and Donga had long given up trying to back up Uzair in this conversation, choosing life rather than the butchering death given by Rehman Baloch.

“tum log kyun nahi chahte ke hum yahin ruk jaayen?” Uzair argued, crossing his arms like a stubborn child, glaring at who he once considered his brother.

Uzair stripped him of that title for what he had done

Ulfat, who stood behind Rehman, giggled slightly as Uzair studied them with a curious gaze. Uzairs eyes widened in realization.

“ary, sach mein, tum logon ke paas already do bachche hain, aur kitne chahiye?” Rehman chuckled, nodding his head at what Uzair had just said. If it was anyone else who said that they'd most likely be dead. Rehman regained his composure, his gaze returning to Uzair. Pointing to his chest as he wildly, with no reason uttered

“Tumhein ek biwi chahiye, aur usi biwi ke saath ek khandaan bhi, agar tumhein kabhi koi mil bhi jaaye.” Now, Uzair could find a wife in no time, he had looks, smarts not that much but still having SOME counts,money, he was tall, and most of all he knew how to treat a lady.

It took Uzair a couple of seconds to let what Rehman said sink in. While Hamza and Donga thought they were slick snickering behind him, traitors, Uzair whiped his head back yelling in an annoyed tone.

“Arre main biwi dhoondh sakta hoon! Mere paas woh sab kuch hai jo ek biwi chahegi, bas main abhi ek nahi chahta…abhi ke liye.” lowering his voice as he neared the end.

This time Hamza and Donga laughed harder. Hamza calmed down enough to say through breathes.

“tum 26 se zyada ke ho, aur keh rahe ho ke tumhein abhi tak biwi nahi chahiye?!” Uzair scoffed, he wasn't 26, he was 25, he was young and the idiots around you were all mostly in their 30s.

Again, everyone broke into another fit of laughter,

'Aur zyada hanso toh tumhari peeth toot jaayegi.’ uziar thought to himself

“Main actually 25 hoon, aur tum” glaring at hamza, gritting his teeth.

“32 ke ho aur ek 20 saal ki se shaadi-shuda ho.” Uzair tried to get himself heard through the loud fit of laughter around him only for it to rise higher. But now the only one not laughing was Hamza, ‘Bas wahi milta hai usse, badmaash.’ Uzair snatched the keys out of Donga's hands, quickly rushed over to HIS jeep. That Donga thought HE could drive.

Before Uzair entered the car, Donga yelled out at Uzair who was already opening car door.

“AREY! Tumne kaha tha ki ab meri turn hai drive karne ki!” Uzair slammed the door and put the keys in, and started the car. He could find a wife any time he wanted, who were they to say he couldn't. God forbid a man wants to be single for a while and enjoy his twenties. He could find a wife without Rehman or Ulfat.

He definitely could...right?

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Uzair scoffed at the memory. Flicking the stub on the grassy ground before steping on it few times. In the corner of his eyes he saw a small patch of the corn swaying. He turned his head to study the moving patch. If that was the wind he sure as hell could not feel it. Deciding to be brave, he stepped closer to investigate the patch. His hand hovering over his gun as his heart picked up its pace.

He slowly, ever so slightly stepped closer to the patch of corn. He stood in front of the tall corn and moved some corn around with his arms to look around inside the patch to prove to his mind that it was just a stupid trick of his eyes.

He let out a sigh of relief.

Was he seriously scared of some corn?

He turned back to jeep letting out a small breathy chuckle.

Instantly a damp cloth clamped over his face, obscuringhis vision, pulling him back into the corn field making him stumble. A set of gloved hands grabbed his wrists and tried to tie them together, but before that could happen Uzair kicked legs forward and somehow landed it straight into his kidnappers chest and to Uzair’s surprise Instead of a masculine grunt, a more feminine grunt escaped the kidnapper- no women.

The woman landed on the floor with a hard thump, yelling a ‘OW’ . Before he could hit the person behind him, the woman who had fallen kicked him straight in his groin. Uzair fell to the ground with the cloth no longer covering his face, his hand clutching between his thighs to ease the pain, letting out a string of curses as he did so.

“Arre, yeh abhi bhi hosh mein hai?! Kapda kaam kyun nahi kiya? Komal, tumne is par sahi alcohol lagaya tha na? Yeh chloroform hi hai na?!” another woman's voice sounded, probably the one who had the cloth over his face. The woman brought it closer to her face and sniffed it.

“Arre, don’t smell it, warna tum bhi behosh ho jaoge! Mujhe yaad hai, maine chloroform pink kapde pe lagaaya tha bathroom mein. Mujhe do” Uzair sneaked a glance to take a look at his kidnappers, not much was seen in the dark but there were three of them, who for some reason seemed to all be young women. The one holding the cloth gave it to who he thinks is Komal. She studies it and sighs heavily slapping he randomly on her forehead.

“OMG, Inaya! Yeh white wala hai, yeh mera face cleaner hai! Maine tumhe bola tha pink wala uthana sink se, white wala nahi!” Komal loudly whispered in an annoyed tone. The woman he kicked stood up, rubbing her chest as if it would get rid of the pain. All three women turned to look down at Uzair as a tense silence fell over the group.

“shit..Ab kya karein?” Another small ow came from the women who had gotten up. Hunching over to decrease the pain.

“ Oh shit, Kyra!? Are you okay?” Inaya worriedly ushered over, grabbing her arm and stabilizing her gently. Kyra muttered something that was barely audible to Uzair. She pointed straight at Uzair through the darkness.

“Usne mujhe kick kiya, mujhe pata hai isko kaise solve karna hai.” Uzair’s eyes widened, thousands of scenarios filling his head, finally ignoring the pain in his crotch he yelled as loud as he could.

“HAMZAAAA” Instantly all 3 women were on him, covering his mouth as he tried to escape. He kicked around and waved his arms to hit anything he could, somehow forgetting he had a gun he could use just lying in his pocket.

He tried to yell for hamza again but the last thing he saw before knocking out was gloved fist flying straight to his face.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

⋆˚꩜｡ 4 hours ago ⋆˚꩜｡

Kyra, Komal, and inaya, Kyra’s other best friend, were all laid on Komal's bed, Kyra's feet dangling from the bed as she shared her plan with her friends.

“That's not bad.. BAD plan..i mean its obviously not good but it's not bad” Komal muttered under her breath. Realistically the plan was awful, to kidnap a random man by the highway near a corn field was the stupidest plan ever, and if they get caught, god knows what jail will do to them. Kyra knows kidnapping is a crime, but this, this wasn't a crime, it was just a lady borrowing a man for a little while, it's nothing too bad. Women get kidnapped all the time, men almost never do, it's fine.

Inaya, who both Kyra and Komal had known since the 6 standard, glared at them like they were crazy. Kyra knew it was stupid but hey, you can't say it's stupid if it still will probably probably not work.

Inaya’s harsh glare fell on Kyra who was swaying her legs back and forth like she hadn't just shared a plan to kidnap a random man.

“Tum bewakoof ho kya, ya paagal? Kyunki yeh “plan” kabhi bhi kaam nahi karega!” Inaya yelled, eyes wide and scary just like a mothers eyes just like when you could answer a maths question wrong.

Inaya’s the one people would call the mom of the group, she has everything and anything you need, always. Sometimes Kyra and Komal would joke calling Inaya ma, mom or ammi.

“Inaya, meri ma, please… bas is ek baar humare saath cooperate karo, please, main tumse haath jod ke bhi guzarish kar raha hoon!” Kyra and Komal both got up from the position they once sat in, sitting on their legs as they clapped their hands together, to mimicking the praying position.

Both girls pouted, rubbing their hands together, giving the worst puppy eyes one could give. Inaya just rolled her eyes like a tired mother, sighed, and brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“Theek hai, bas is ek baar, aur agar yeh kaam nahi kiya, toh main kabhi bhi aise plan ke liye haan nahi bolunga.” The two girls in front of her clapped in excitement, again Inaya's harsh but tired voice broke the positive environment.

This plan will obviously get all of them jailed or worse killed.

“LEKIN, tumhein serious rehna hoga, sab kuch perfect kaam karna chahiye, aur agar yeh fail hua, toh hum sab jail mein marr jaayenge…” Kyra rolled her eyes playfully. She crawled over taking her best friends stiff shoulders and messaging them, answering in a weirdly calm voice.

“Arre, aisa mat bolo, hum jail nahi jaane wale, aur agar gaye bhi, toh mere dad humein bail kara denge.”

Inaya rolled her eyes as Kyra and Komal laughed at what Kyra had just said.

⋆˚꩜｡

Uzair was heavy, very heavy. It took all three of them just to pick him up. Inaya held the legs, kyra held the left arm, while komal held the right arm. From feeling Kyra had chosen the right man, he was muscular and big, which was just Kyra’s type, probably something Arshad pappu could never be. The corn field was a mile and a half long, so a 30 minutes walk was al that was expected…or so they thought. To the three girls it had been at least three days, especially with the extra heavy dead weight.

First they had gotten lost in the corn field, don't ask how, even they don't know. Second, the man they had kidnapped was again far too heavy so breaks in between were most needed, and lastly they were tired and stressed, stressed due to the thought of being caught and tired because of how late it was and how exhausted their bodies were.

Finally they made it to the end of the field. Kyra and Komal took the first looks, checking left and right then moving out. The car they had come in was parked right by the side of the road, and thankfully the road was fully empty.

The girls moved forward, dropped uzair on the damp muddy ground and opened the door to the backseat. Realizing that they had forgotten to lock it.

“ theek hai, ab hum usko gaadi mein kaise fit karein?” Komal sighed, tiredly placing her hands on her hips. Kyra yawned, leaning on the open car. The three stood there thinking of ways to fit the large man into the car. Suddenly Inaya broke the silence.

“trunk mei?” she suggested shrugging her shoulders. Kyra straightened up, nodding her head as she picked up Uzair's legs, looking up Kyra nodded her head to Inaya.

“Dikki kholo.” Inaya did as said, rushing to the trunk she opened it and then went to grab Uzair's left arm while komal held his right. They carried him over and placed him in the trunk. Not perfectly, his legs were sticking out, so Komal simply just forced them in. It looked like it hurt, kind of. Inaya took out a shawl from the backseat and threw it over him. They slammed the trunk door, let out a relieved sigh, and with that hard step of plan had been crossed off.

Hamza yawned, his sleep filled eyes wandering around, donga was still asleep in the back, snoring like a bear in deep hibernation. His head turned around for a glimpse of Uzair who was now missing from the driver seat.

He opened the car door and called out Uzair’s name, then once more. He circled the jeep, desperately looking for his friend. To no avail, Hamza yelled out Uzair's name, running towards the corn field. Again he yelled Uzair’s name loud enough for Donga to wake up.

“Kya hua?” donga muttered tiredly, rubbing his eyes with his hands, trying to wake himself up. Hamza opened the door where donga sat, taking him by the shoulders and shaking him.

“Uzair, Uzair kahan hai?” Donga’s eyes widened at Hamza's question, His head whiping around trying to look for Uzair.

Donga whispered ‘Mujhe pata nahi' under his breath, looking around the car desperately.

Hamza turned around, yelling loudly

“UZAIRRRRRRR”

A/n: this is really ahh, plz plz PLZ criticize my writing and shi, help me get better I’m not the best at writing I just wanna do it to do it, idk okay I love u bro byeee 🤭😘💋💋💋💋 also Idk how old Uzair is prob mid 30s or sm idk I made it less for kyra

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Runaway Dulhan & her Kidnapped Dulha

Summary ⊹܀ when Kyra runs away from her husband-to-be she decides it’s best to get married to a man she just kidnapped met

Paring ⊹܀ Uzair Baloch x Kyra Niazi (oc)

A/n ⊹܀ So this isn’t my first kinda fic so I’m lowkey kinda new to writing and shi, and this fic is kinda inspired by the fic Kidnapped by @golgappalicious so if she lowkey wants me to delete this or sm I will happily do it but credit to her for giving me the idea idk y’all 😞 my head lowkey hurts rn bro 😔 also I don’t speak Hindi or Urdu I’m Punjabi so I’m sorry if my Hindi is like lowkey werid and bad just tell me 😛😛

Warnings ⊹܀ Guns, violence, slight angst (if you squint), lwk unrealistic romance, arshad pappu being creepy, there is a slight age difference between uzair and Kyra, slight shitty parents, kyra is lowkey stupid, ALSO this fic is based of the movie Dhurandhur by Aditya dhar, this is not related to their irl counterparts, this does not romanticize or justify the acts of the characte or irl person.

Chapter 1

Prologue

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Kyra would rather die than get married to Arshud Pappu, or run away and marry a Baloch, even that's better than this wretched man. She had only just started her medical collage and of course her parents decided that now was a good time for them to take her freedom away to make Kyra get married.

Now, she was sitting in her bedroom, her soon to be killer husband was sitting downstairs talking to her father. The only reason this marriage was happening was business or that's what her father believed. She had heard from her younger sister, Zoya, about the previous marriages of Arshad Pappu. 

He had gotten married about 3 times before, his first wife had died in a gang cross war rip, the second died in a car crash also rip, the third died of her own husband's hands, a bullet straight through her stomach just because of the untamed anger of her husband, also rip. Kyra didn't want to be the fourth, hell she didn't even want to get married. Not right now at least, god knows she wants a good man, not a gang leader.

Kyra stared down at her henna stained hands, Zoya and her younger brother Haider sitting on her bed as they whispered quietly to Kyra who was lost in thought. Kyra sat there thinking about what her life could have been if her parents had just let her be what she wanted to be. It wasn't fair, for a girl who had just turned 22, who just started medical collage, and who almost got a taste of freedom. 

Kyra’s eyes welled with tears, her throat tight as she held and swallowed her tears. “kyra…KYRA” 

the harsh whisper of her younger twin siblings breaking her trance. Kyra turned her head to face her siblings, who were studying her face with worried eyes. “Kya?”

 her voice was small like it had no room for a hope, a hope to escape her future. Zoya crawled over, sitting next to kyra, grabbing kyra’s mehndi stained hands in her own empty ones. “Kyra, bhaago, run away, please. Yahan wapas mat aana. Agar tum abhi nahi gayi na, it could mess up your whole life. Window wahi hai just go, yeh chance lo aur bhaag jao.” 

Zoya held back tears, seeing her own sister who was once so lively, stubborn, and hopeful now full of sadness and hopelessness. It broke zoya to her core. Kyra and Zoya were close despite being 7 years apart, they were inseparable. But if this marriage were to happen, it would take Kyra away from Zoya forever. And Zoya, who was stubborn, as stubborn as a brick wall, wasn't  in any lifetime ready for that, for her older sister, for kyra to be taken away from her, from a man to had killed many women with his own hands.

Zoya turned back to meet the eyes of her twin brother, pointing at the bag on the floor “Haider, ek bag le aao aur uska stuff pack karo.” He nodded, getting up from the bed hurriedly packing his older sister's things. 

Kyra looked at her siblings, she’s ran away many times before, this time if she did she would be embarrassing her family's name. And - wait, since when has Kyra cared about her family name? She stood up, but she sat down again. “Nahi, main nahi kar sakti, Zoya I can’t. Abbu ke liye itna toh kar hi sakti hoon na, iss aadmi se shaadi kar loon. Shayad. hopefully woh mere saath kuch nahi karega. Aur agar kiya na, toh main tab bhaag jaungi.Maine Abbu aur Ammi ko already itna stress de diya hai. unhe mujhse break chahiye. Aur waise bhi… unhone meri window bahar se bhi lock kar di hai…aur andar se bhi.”

“Kyra, please… bas aaj ke liye meri baat sun lo. main tumhe us door se bahar jaate hue, un stairs se neeche jaate hue aur apni fate accept karte hue nahi dekh sakti.” Zoya’s voice broke as she tried to convince her elder sister to escape a future that promised death.

The room was quiet for a second before Haider broke the silence, “Didi, tum already itni baar bhaag chuki ho. Aur har baar tumhe jo chahiye hota hai na, woh mil hi jaata hai, right? Is baar bhi same hoga tum bhaago, aur woh log shaadi cancel kar denge. Main aur Zoya unhe convince kar lenge. Hum unhe bata denge ki Arshad pappu ne apni last 3 wives ke saath kya kiya tha… woh log khud hi rishta tod denge.” 

he whispered desperately, as he continued throwing things in the bag. He continued “Also, no offence didi, lekin since when did you care about ammi aur abbus stress”

Haider questioned. Zoya angrily threw a slipper at him after he said that, 

"Of course she cares, but is situation mein yeh matter nahi karta. Okay, apna stuff le lo aur bhaag jao. Apna phone le jao aur mujhe call karna. Okay? School ke baad main aur Haider tumhe dhundh lenge.” 

Zoya got up and took kyra’s piggy back off the shelf, shaking it a bit.

 “Aur paisa bhi le jao.”

“Obviously” Haider and Kyra said simultaneously

 Zoya pulled Kyra’s hands, making her stand, finally Kyra whispered lowly. “Fine, main bhaag jaungi but, Abbu kabhi bhi mujhe shaadi se bachne nahi denge. Woh is rishta ko tod dega aur phir mujhe kisi aur aadmi ke saath shaadi ke liye force kar dega. Phir main kya karungi? Main bas bhaag nahi sakti aur kabhi wapas na aaun.” Haider walked over and put the heavy bag on Kyra’s bed causing the bed to crease under the weight of the bag.

That put the two 15 year olds into thinking mode. “Wahi toh… phir tum kyun nahi bas koi ladka ghar le aati ho aur Abbu se bol deti ho ki main usse shaadi karna chahti hoon?” Haider stated proudly.

Kyra and Zoya both turned to glare at him, the boy’s face contoured into confusion, “kya?” 

“Mera apna koi boyfriend nahi hai. Bas isliye ki main bahar jaati hoon, iska matlab yeh nahi ki mere paas automatically koi boyfriend hai.” Kyra answered a little harshly. The room went quiet again. Arshad pappu was still talking to her abbu downstairs. at any moment a maid could come up and take Kyra down stairs. 

“You know what, main abhi jaa rahi hoon. Baad mein iske baare mein sochenge, aur waise, tumne bag mein kya dala hai?” Kyra questioned taking the heavy bag in her hands as she gaped inside. 

“Arey, jaise charger, kapde, tumhari cream jo tumhare bina nahi chalti, aur haan, maine headphones bhi daal diye. Aur kya kya daalna chahiye?” Haider answered in a rushed tone, Zoya looked in the bag shuffling around. 

“Paisa?” she whispered 

“Oh, shit” His hazel eyes widening as he stood up and picked up the piggy bank that Zoya had set down on the table. Haider emptied it, getting a small pouch and putting as much as he could inside. He zipped the bag up and threw it over to the space where Kyra was once sitting. 

“ab main kaise bahar jaun? Aur haan, kapde bhi change kar lene chahiye kya?” Kyra asked as she tugged at her clothes. The purple salwar kameez that the maid had chosen for her.

Zoya sighed harshly, rolling her eyes at her older sister's question. 

“tum bilkul theek ho iss suit mein. Hum tumhe Haider ke room tak le jaenge, wahan se tum balcony se bahar nikal sakti ho.” she whispered, walking closer to the door. 

“Chalo, jaldi! Zyada time nahi hai.” Zoya whispered harshly, 

“Haider, come” Kyra walked closer to the door, bag hanging from her shoulders, her heart beating faster and faster the closer she got to the door. Her hand on the door knob slowly opened it to not make noise.  

CREAAAKKK

“What the fu-” 

Kyra whispered harshly, her face cringing at the sound.

 “Shut up!” Haider whispered frantically. 

“YOU SHU-”

 Zoya smacked Kyra’s hand from the door knob, which earned her a small welp from Kyra. The door flung open as Zoya grabbed both her siblings dragging them down to Haiders room. As they walked down the hall her dad told the maid to call Kyra down. Hearing that all 3 of them shuffled quickly towards Haider's rooms, closing the door gently so to not make noise.

Kyra strolled towards the balcony, the drop wasn't too big, then the entrance was right across from the balcony. She knew the path way out of that place very well. While Kyra was busy ogling at the floor under the balcony, Zoya and Haider tied sheets and clothing together as a makeshift rope. Zoya tied the last knot and threw it over the railings of the balcony. 

“Chalo, jao!” The younger girl said gently pushing Kyra towards the clothing. Kyra threw her legs over the railing, the rope in her hands as her knuckles went white. Her heart beating hardly against her rib cage. 

She made her way down, ignoring the way her nails pierced her palms, the sweat making her hands wet and uncomfortable as she gripped the clothing rope.

 “Woh aa rahi hai! Chalo, bhaago!!” Zoya whispered as she stomped her feet impatiently. Haider looked back and forth at the bedroom door and his sister who was now turning into a runaway bride. 

Kyra dropped on the floor, Looking up she whispered loudly, 

“Rope upar le jao, main ab jaa rahi hoon. Call karungi, phone uthana.” Kyra whispered loudly as she started making her way to the gate. Ever slowly though.

“Yaar go!” her eyes widening for sister as she shooed her away. Just as Kyra started for the exit a loud voice came from behind the two 15 year olds. 

“AY! Kyra kahan gayi? Niazi Saab usse dhoondh rahe hain. Aur tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Tumhari mummy kehti hain ki tumhe neeche rehna chahiye.” The maid had entered their room, walking towards them on the balcony. Right then Zoya and Haider panicked racing to stop her from any further until Kyra was out of sight. 

Kyra ran across the field. The long field which in this tense moment felt longer than it should have been. Opening the gate a yell came from behind her. Kyra turned and met the eyes of the maid who had fessed her for what could have been her future.

“KYRA, KYRA! Wahan ruk jao, gate ki taraf ek bhi step mat badhao!” The women yelled, her old voice breaking, kyra opened the gate and ran away yelling

 “MAIN MARNA NAHI CHAHTI, NAHI”

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stopping at an empty street. She looked around, it was dark, cold, and scary. No one was around. How long had she run for? Where would she stay now? In all where was she…?

Who wou- Komal. Komal would. she’s the only person on this earth that Kyra trusted, after Zoya of course. Kyra pulled her phone out from the pocket of her bag. The phone rang, the name “koko” flashing in her face. Komal picked up right then, a high playful voice sounding through the phone.

“Hellooo meri jaan,Rara, what's the call for? Escape or….you Miss me?”

“Haan, maine tumhe miss kiya, my baby… omg anyways, mujhe pick kar lo, I’m preeettttyyyy sure main tumhare hi neighbourhood mein hoon.” Kyra said in a playful and flirty tone

“What! KYA! KYUN?!” komal yelled through the phone, before Kyra could speak, her koko cut her off

“Did… did you run away?” Komal whispered if Kyra had just committed a sin. 

“Mmmm… I DID!” Kyra said with a laugh at the end 

“RARA, WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME, main tumhari runaway ya getaway ride ban jaata ya kuch bhi, tumne mujhe bataya kyun nahi?”

“Last minute thought ta, Zoya ne recommend kita, okay please come pick me up, it’s so cold, main yahan khadi hoon jaise koi weirdo”

“OH TERI, main aa rahi hoon.”

Kyra hung the phone up as she walked along the houses that were very VERY significantly smaller than her abbu’s mansion. Truthfully, She would rather have lived in this place rather than that mansion. Kyra knew how lucky she was to be born into a rich family yet she could never find herself happy with it. Komal was middle class yet her family had more happiness and love than her own family. 

Komal's family loved Kyra, sometimes Komal said that they loved Kyra more than their own daughter. Kyra never really felt the love of her ammi, or abbu. Always busy or just out in a meeting, wedding, political meeting, kitty parties. So she ran away or just snuck out as a resort, finding short lived happiness in parties, friends, and running around the streets. She never focused much on her family issues, always finding herself busy with college or friends.  But at the rare times she's alone when she feels more alone than ever. More sad than ever. Her mind just dwells on it.

She wishes that god would drop someone who loved her for her, and her only. Not her family, not her beauty, just her. Her stupid, stubborn, burger type bacha self. A man who would marry her to get her family of her back.

“KYRAAAAAA” 

She broke out of her gaze on the rocky, dirty street to meet the loving eyes of her best friend Komal. Her hand waving frantically in the air above her head, as she ran down the street towards her Kyra. 

Kyra started running towards her friend, meeting her in the middle for a sweet hug. 

“Jaldi aao, pakdi gayi toh problem ho jayegi, main agle kuch din akeli hoon.” Komal announced sweetly, a large smile pasted on her face. 

“Okay, mere paas tumhare liye full plan hai, okay? Full plan. Jab hum ghar pohonchenge, tab discuss karenge aur phir action lenge.” Kyra nodded along with what Komal said, giggling at her friend's exciting attitude.

“Mere paas ek plan hai. mere ammi or abbu mujhe kabhi bhi unmarried nahi rehne denge. Toh… plan hai, aur waise yeh mera plan nahi hai, sab Zoya aur Haider ka hai, toh mujhe mat kehna ki main stupid hoon iske liye.” Komal rolled her eyes playfully at Kyra's attempt to blame her siblings. 

“Main ek aadmi ko kidnap karne wali hoon, phir usse mujhse shaadi karani hai… mera kidnapped dulha!”

That made Komal stop in her tracks. Turning her head so hard it could have broke, 

“KYA?!”

A/n ⊹܀ hey y’all…heh how y’all doing…😔 I’m sorry y’all to is so bad…I’m lowkey proud of myself though. But in a way ts is ahh plz leave comments if I need to fix something , I lowkey love reading comments ngl..anyways I’m hope y’all liked it heh….🥺 umm yea I’m lowkey scared to read ts and edit it. 😫😫 okay i just read it …its lowkey not bad…🤭🤭🤭 BUT PLZ MY HINDI IS ASS PLZ JUST TELL ME I MISSED SM OR SPELLED IT WRONG loll

Instead of getting the batfamily getting to love them unconditionally, a complety random family reader has never seen nor heard of is claiming that we are their child.

We have basiclly disappeared off the face of the earth and after some time the batfamily has finally noticed out absence dissaperance. But you know what hey, maybe being loved unconditionally by this new family isn't so bad, I mean your old family didn't do shit for you, this new one would do anyting to keep you with them, anything.

Feel free to use this idea how ever you like

Omgg this is soo good sorry for not responding sooner ihave been so busy and thank you so much for the idea I LOVE ITTHJJAJJAAB 😔🙏❤️❤️❤️💗❤️💗👋❤️🫂