Junoon.
Dhurandhar!various x oblivious!reader
In which Alia, a simple college girl with a predictable routine and quiet dreams, falls asleep in her cramped yet comforting apartmentāonly to wake up somewhere she has never been before. Balochistan. Not as herself, but as Asiyaāa Hindu Balochi girl living in a world far harsher, louder, and more real than anything she has ever known. The place, the story she saw on screen is now her reality. But wait, wasn't she supposed to be the side character..? Why is suddenly so concerned about her...so worried about her..?...so obsessed with her..?
Chapter 1.
"Asiya ja baltiyan bhar de!" Shanti called out to her daughter. Asiya, who was lounging lazily on the old cot placed just outside her now hut, let out a soft groan.
A few little humans surrounded herāone was massaging her feet, while the other two were pressing her shoulders with their tiny hands. "Chunnu, Munnu yaar, thoda joor se!" she commanded, not even opening her eyes, and they immediately obeyed, putting in all their strength.
"JATTI HAI YA MEIN AAUā"
āJAA RAHI NA AMMA!!" Asiya immediately replied, jolting upright and getting off the cot. "Chalo, aaj ka itna hi," she stretched her arms lazily, bones cracking slightly as she stood up.
"Aapi kal aap homework mein madad kardogi naa..." the 6-year-old Noor asked timidly, looking up at the lazy 18-year-old with hopeful eyes.
"Han han chalo jao! Shaam ko aana! Toffee dungi." Asiya replied, picking up the steel buckets with a practiced ease.
The little humansāher tiny armyānodded their heads excitedly and ran away, their laughter echoing through the narrow lanes.
In the last six months, Asiya living here would describe her lifestyle asā¦ new.
Well, she was a city girl, and she never realized how many resources she had until her life here began.
There was only one computer here, which was Shehbaz's. And even the internet access was so slow that she had given up browsing altogether.
Shehbaz's...
That boy never left her alone. Just one year younger than her, he followed her like a bee drawn to flowers. He was a bit annoying at first, always hovering, always talkingābut then, she got used to his presence.
A nagging mother who instructed her 24/7, and alsoāthe surprising newsāher father worked for Rehman Dakait. He lived away from them, working in the gun factory, but he stayed away from gang matters, as he had a family to return to.
Alia also realized that the previous Asiya tutored kids here, which also included Shiraniās grandson. Alia didnāt have a hard time adjusting to that. Well, she had done computer science in her previous life. So this felt much easier...
Previous life...
Asiya felt a bitter taste in her mouth whenever she thought about it. In the first few months, she felt like an imposter among them.
But she had to adjust.
So she did.
In this life, she decided she would do things she couldnāt do beforeāchoosing what she wanted to study, learning some art, and maybe exploring something else in the future if her interest sparked. But right now, she had to pass her 12th again.
But at this moment, she was filling up her steel buckets as instructed by her mother.
"Bibi!"
Asiya immediately rolled her eyes at the familiar voice.
"Aapko madad chahiye kya..?" he sang from behind, way too excited for no reason.
"Han ye balti utha, aur ghar tak leke chal." And Shehbaz happily volunteered, immediately grabbing one of the buckets.
Innocent Shehbazāfollowing her around, doing her chores for her.
She also tutored him, and in return, he would labor for her.
She didnāt feel guilty. She didnāt ask him to do this. He was doing it himself.
"Bibi aapke exam kabse hai?"
"Agle hafte se."
"Toh uske baad kya karogi?"
"Nini."
"Nini?"
"Soungi."
"Lekin aap sounge kyunā"
"Tujhe kya janna hai Shehbaz, sidhe sidhe puch?" Asiya finally asked, turning around to look at him properly.
The boy sighed, placing the buckets down for a moment before sitting on a large rock nearby, his expression turning pouty.
"Tum bhi chali jaogi..." he mumbled.
Asiya took a deep breath before sitting beside him, dust rising slightly from the ground.
"Toh..? Tu chahta hai ki main na jaun?"
Shehbaz nodded, still not looking at her.
"Tu janta hai na ki kya hoga agar mein nahi gayi."
"Toh tum merese shaddi karlo!" He said suddenly, turning towards her and clasping her soft hands in his. "Mein dadu se baat karlunga! Hum dono phir padhi karenge! Tum mujhe padhati rehna! Aur aage padhna chaho tohā"
"Bhak.." Asiya scolded softly, pulling her hands back. "Ese thodi hota hai. Tu chota hai mereseā"
"Bas ek saal! Ek saal mein kuch nahi hota, tum bhi janti ho. Mat jao... bacche bhi nahi chahte ki tum jao..." Asiya took a deep breath.
"Dekh Shehbaz, mujhe aage padhna hai, taaki mein yahan ke liye kuch kar paun! Aur tu bhi agle saal ke baad medical ke liye Lyari ja raha hai! Phir?" Asiya explained patiently.
He might be annoying, but in the last few months, he had become really close to her.
Before he could say anything, she continued, "aur mein kahan humesha ke liye ja rahi hun, bich bich mein aati rahungi na!"
Shehbaz looked at her, tightening his hold slightly.
"Promise," Asiya reassured him.
And in that moment, he hugged her tightly, as if she might disappear any second.
"Mein aungi, promise.." Asiya gently rubbed his back. That only made him hold her tighter.
Right now, Asiya, her small human army, her mother, and Shehbaz were huddled inside Shehbaz's room in front of his computer.
The small room felt crowded, warm, and filled with anticipation.
Asiya was checking her email for the colleges she had applied to.
"Shehbaz yaar internet nahi aa raha!"
"Ruk abhi dekh ke aya!" And with that, he bolted out of the room.
"Aapi aap wo bade wale school jaoge na? Humare liye phir sheher se chizi laoge na?" Chunnu asked, jumping repeatedly to get a glimpse of the screen but failing due to his height.
"Beta tujhe chizi ki padi hai?" Asiya asked, eyes fixed on the screen that had been loading for the last half hour, her leg shaking anxiously.
"Beta ho toh jayega na tera..?" Shanti asked, chanting softly with her prayer beads.
"Han han ho jayega Amma tu naā"
Before she could finishā
"Aapi aa gaya!" Munnu shook her arm excitedly, pointing at the screen.
Asiya immediately turned back and started scrolling through her emails.
Three acceptances.
Asiya grinned proudly, her eyes lighting up.
"Amma teri beti ko teen colleges ne pucha hai!"
Meanwhile, Shanti smiled brightly, continuing her chanting.
"Lyari College of Higher Studies..." before she could scroll further, her mother stopped her.
"Tere abbu yahin bol rahe the!" she chimed.
"Par Amma Karachi se bhi aya haiā"
"Han par tere abbu bhi toh Lyari mein hai na!" Shanti reasoned. "Tere abba hai wahan, tu aaram se reh payegi. Aur mujhe bhi yahan chinta nahi rahegi."
"Mein abba ke sath nahi rahungi," Asiya mumbled, fidgeting with her dupatta.
"Toh kahan rahegi?" Shanti frowned.
"Hostel," Asiya replied.
"Jab tere baba wahan reh rahe hain toh hostel ki kya zarurat hai?" her mother reasoned.
"Mujhe baba ko pareshan nahi karna, mein PG karke reh lungi, aur upar se yaad rakh baba akele nahi rehte!" Asiya had her answers ready.
She wasnāt going to miss out on life this time.
"Mein bata rahi, mein baba ke pass PG karlungi par sath nahi yaar Amma!" Asiya whined.
"Jo karna hai kar," Shanti mumbled and walked out of the room.
Asiya sighed, pouting slightly.
But she had decided.
She was going to live on her own.
"Asiya beta gaadi aa gayi!" Neel shouted as he waited outside.
Shehbaz was already filling the back seat with bags along with his brother.
Shanti was doing aarti, as Asiya was the first in their bloodline to go to college.
This was a very big thing.
"Amma late ho raha hai," Asiya whined, glancing at her Baba, who was talking to Shirani sahab, then back at her mother.
Shanti became emotional while feeding her a mixture of curd and sugar.
"Apna k-khayal rak-khnaā" she immediately covered her mouth with her dupatta, tears streaming down.
"Amma yaar! Lyari ja rahi hun! Chaand nahi!" Asiya rolled her eyes, hugging her tightly.
Neel approached them. "Arre tumhara hua ya nahiā" then he noticed his weeping wife. "Jaan Lyari hi ja rahi hai, chaand nahiā"
He immediately stopped at his wifeās glare.
Asiya patted her motherās back and gently pulled away.
"Chal ho gaya," she wiped her tears, "ab rona band kar." She kissed her motherās forehead.
"Jati hunā"
She was immediately smacked lightly on the back of her head.
"Aati hun bolte hain kumbhkaran!"
Asiya rubbed the spot, pouting.
"Chalein!" Neel asked impatiently.
"Chalooooo!"
Alia covered her ears as her parents argued in the hallway.
"Agar tumne usse dhyaan diya hotaā"
"Accha aur tum? Tum baap ho uske! Bhul gaye?!"
"Ye ladki humari naak katadi! Kya muh dikhaunga abbā?!"
Asiya was jolted awake by her Baba.
"Teri Maa ne sahi naam diya hai. Kumbhkaran! Chal utar, ab pohonch gaye."
Asiya stretched her arms in the cramped bus before stepping down.
She looked aroundāthe bustling streets, the unfamiliar noise, the chaotic energy.
"Aur han, tere PG mein jane se pehle Rehman sahab se milna hai!" her father informed casually.
Asiyaās eyes widened.
"Rehman? Like right now?"
"Baba pehle kyun nahi bola?!"
"Toh ab bol diya," he replied while hailing an auto.
"Beta tu chalna, unhone ulta bola hai tujhe sponsor karenge. Tera pura kharcha uthayenge wo. Humare Balochon ke bacchon ka bohot bhala karte aaye hain Rehman bhai ne. Ek baar milke unko shukraguzar toh kar."
But Asiya wasnāt even listening.
She wasnāt ready. Not right now.
It was too fast.
She fidgeted with her dupatta, overthinking, mentally rehearsing what to say.
She didnāt even realize when they reached the factory.
"Oye isme abb London jayegi kya? Utar ja!" her father laughed at his own joke, while shaking her out of her thoughts.
Asiya gave him a side-eye and stepped out.
They entered the factory.
Asiya looked aroundāworkers moving, metal clanking, guns lined up, voices echoing.
Just like in the film.
"Tu yahan khadi reh, aur kahin mat jana! Samjhi! Mein ata hun Bhai se milke, phir tujhe leke jaunga andar, samjhi?" Neel explained like she was a child.
"Baba yaar bacchi nahi hun, samajh gayi," Asiya whined.
Neel laughed and walked away.
She shook her head.
Neel Tolaniāher Babaāstill treated her like his little girl. She was looking at the lines up guns when all of sudden,
"Kon ho tum aur yahan kya kar rahi ho?" a stern voice came from behind.
She turnedā
And froze.
A towering figure stood before her.
Uzair Baloch.
His gaze was sharp, scanning her from head to toe.
"J-Ji mein A-Asiya Tolani. Neel Tolani ki beti!" she stammered.
"Tolani? Tolani ki beti tohā"
"Asiya beta andar aa ja!" a voice interrupted.
Both turned to see Neel near the office door.
"Ji bola tha.." she gave Uzair an awkward smile and walked away.
Uzair stood there, jaw clenched, fists tightening.
That girl...
Her brown eyes intrigued him.
It made his pulse quicken.
Why?
It only made him angrier.
Meanwhile, Asiya stepped inside.
A man sat behind a deskābroad shoulders, reading documents, glasses resting low on his nose, thumb pressed lightly against his lips in thought.
He lookedā¦ powerful.
Majestic.
"Bhai ye hai meri beti!" Neel said proudly.
The man looked up.
"Toh tum ho Asiya." His husky voice filled the room.
Author's note: yaar kya likha hai mene. I'll be completely honest. Wo prologue ek experiment tha, aap log itna pasand karoge mujhe nhi pata tha, y'all I love you soo much, the love was so and still is sooo overwhelming.
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