#akshaye

This is based on this request. It took me so long to finally post it.

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of surveillance, stalking, and obsessive possessiveness, including forced confinement and physical intimidation. It features high-tension scenarios involving breathplay, choking, and rough sexual content, alongside threats of extreme violence and murder directed at third parties. All characters are consenting adults, though the narrative explores a heavy dominant/submissive dynamic within a marriage. 

Word Count: 3.7k. 

Have fun reading!

Rehman was sitting with Shirani sahab and discussing the logistics of the next shipment of weapons for BUF when his phone pinged. It was an image from Hamza, his trusted right-hand man. He opened the image and sighed.

It was his wife. Looking absolutely beautiful in her satin saree and emeralds. The saree wasn’t the problem, it was the hand on her arm. He didn’t recognise the arm. He knew he shouldn’t have left you alone to attend the wedding. These men are vultures just waiting for a moment to jump on a woman and you being drop-dead gorgeous wasn’t helping.

He looks like he's about to gentle parent me

OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY.

HELLO???? HELLO?????? IS ANYONE THERE??????? BECAUSE I NEED SOMEONE TO EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THIS IS LEGAL?????????

blurry. grainy. 360p.

AND HE IS STILL THE MOST DEVASTATING HUMAN BEING TO EVER EXIST?????!

I have seen this image fourteen thousand times and every single time my brain just. leaves my body.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO HAWT AND SO CUTEE!

360p said "i will humble you" and he said "no you won't" and WON.

Pixel by pixel he is destroying me and i am LETTING HIM.

Someone hold me accountable because i am not okay and i refuse to get okay!!

Rehman x Ulfat

Disclaimer: This is a purely fictional work inspired by the electrifying performances of the actors on screen. It has absolutely nothing to do with real-life terrorists or such individuals.

The dialogues will be in Hinglish, Urdu, English. Mix as per the vibe of the scene. The details will be explained in English.

Warnings: The content might include mature content, explicit sexual content, killing, violence, use of bold language.

PART 1 , PART 2

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PART 3

The moment they stepped into a quiet corridor of the university, far from the noise and chaos of students, the atmosphere shifted.

Maheen suddenly turned around, her movements sharp, almost urgent. She grabbed Ulfat by her arms, stopping her in place. Her eyes were wide. There was fear in them. Real fear.

Ulfat looked at her, confused by the intensity, her brows knitting slightly. “Kya hua?”

Maheen’s voice came out low, but it trembled with concern, confusion, and something close to panic. “Ulfat… kya tha yeh?”

Ulfat frowned, clearly not understanding. “Kya?”

Maheen tightened her grip unconsciously, her tone sharpening. “Wahi jo parking area mein hua. Tum use kaise jaanti ho?”

Realization dawned.

Ulfat gently removed Maheen’s hands from her arms, her movements calm, almost careless. She gave a small shrug as if it was nothing important. “Haa, pata hai mujhe. Rehman Dakait hai.” She leaned casually against the wall beside her. “Ghar par aya tha kuch din pehle. Bhai ke saath koi meeting thi uski. Wahi mili mai usse.”

She continued, her tone steady. “Aur phir kal raat… jab main tumhare ghar se ja rahi thi, tab bataya tha na ke gari kharab ho gayi thi. Toh usne hi mujhe ghar drop kiya.”

Maheen’s mouth fell open. As if she had just heard a confession of something unforgivable.

Her voice rose slightly, disbelief and fear mixing together. “Tumhe pata bhi hai woh kaun hai?” She stepped closer, lowering her voice again but not the intensity. “Lyari ka betaj badshah. Sara sheher usse darta hai. Log usko dekh kar nazre jhuka lete hain… ya rasta badal lete hain.” Her grip tightened again, her nails pressing slightly into Ulfat’s arms. “Aur tum uske saath raat mein akeli chali gayi? Agar woh kuch kar deta toh?”

Ulfat rolled her eyes, pulling her arm free again with a faint scoff. “Itna exaggerate bhi mat karo usse.” A small smirk tugged at her lips. “Pocket size toh hai woh.” She tilted her head slightly. “Mujhe toh usme darne jaisa kuch nahi laga.”

Then, more quietly, but with certainty, she added, “Aur woh kuch nahi karega. I know.”

Maheen raised a brow sharply. “Aur tumhe kaise pata yeh baat?”

Ulfat shrugged again, as if the answer was obvious. “Kal raat kuch kiya nahi na.” A hint of mischief flickered in her eyes. “Bolti band ho jaati hai uski mere saamne.” She gave a small, confident smile. “I know, kuch nahi karega woh.”

Maheen narrowed her eyes, clearly not convinced. “Bilal bhai ko pata hai ke kal raat tum Rehman ke saath ghar wapas aayi ho?”

At that, Ulfat scoffed lightly, folding her arms. “Unhe pata chal gaya na, toh janaza niklega mera Jahan mansion se.”

Maheen’s panic spiked again, her voice rising slightly despite the empty corridor. “That’s what I’m saying, Ulfat. Rehman Dakait ke saath itna casual kaise ho sakti ho tum?” She gestured toward the direction of the parking area. “Abhi jo tum usse has kar baat kar rahi thi… agar kisi ne dekh liya na, pata hai kya baatein hoti?”

Ulfat dismissed it with a careless wave of her hand. “Haa, pata hai mujhe.” Her tone remained indifferent. “I don’t care about it....so just relax”

Then she pushed herself off the wall, adjusting her bag over her shoulder. “Chalo, sir Khalid ki class start hone wali hai.” A faint smirk returned. “Baba ji ko unka das hazaar words ka assignment dekar aate hain.”

Without waiting, she turned and started walking ahead.

Maheen stood there for a second, shaking her head in disbelief before following behind her, unease still lingering in her steps.

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A convoy of black SUVs came to a halt in front of a towering glass building. The structure gleamed under the daylight, a corporate hub housing multiple offices across its floors. From the outside, it looked like any other business center. But the air shifted the moment they arrived.

Uzair Baloch stepped out of the car, his expression composed yet carrying an unmistakable edge. Behind him, Donga and Siyahi followed, their presence enough to make people uneasy. As they entered the building, the environment changed instantly.

The guards stationed inside were armed, their eyes sharp, but even they hesitated as the trio walked in with unshaken confidence. Uzair did not spare them a glance. He moved straight toward the elevator.

One guard stepped forward, attempting to stop them.

Before he could speak, Donga lifted his shirt just enough to reveal the gun tucked at his waist. The guard froze. His words died in his throat.

They stepped into the elevator. Uzair pressed the button for the tenth floor. The doors slid shut, and silence settled inside as the lift ascended steadily.

The moment the doors opened, bold capital letters greeted them, the name of the company displayed prominently across the glass wall. Without slowing down, they walked forward.

Inside, the office buzzed with quiet activity, but the moment the staff noticed them, everything stilled. Conversations died. Fingers paused mid-type. Whispered murmurs began to ripple through the room.

Uzair’s gaze swept across the employees before he stopped in front of one.

“Ae,” he called out, his tone low yet commanding. “Tumhare boss ka cabin kahan hai?”

The employee swallowed nervously, his hand trembling slightly as he pointed toward a corridor. “W-wahan…”

Uzair did not wait. He turned and walked in that direction, his footsteps echoing faintly against the polished floor.

Reaching the cabin, he did not knock. Donga pushed the glass door open without warning.

Inside, a meeting was in progress. A group of employees sat around the table, mid-discussion, but the moment they saw who had entered, panic spread across their faces.

They knew. This was not something ordinary. This was danger.

At the head of the table sat Shahid Abbas. His expression hardened as he took in the scene, though he quickly masked it. With a subtle gesture of his hand, he dismissed everyone.

“Meeting khatam. Sab bahar jaiye.”

The employees wasted no time. Chairs scraped lightly against the floor as they stood and hurried out, casting anxious glances behind them.

Uzair walked in calmly, pulled a chair, and sat down without invitation, leaning back slightly as if he owned the place.

Shahid watched him, his gaze sharp. “Kya main jaan sakta hoon aap kaun hain… aur yahan kyun aaye hain?”

A slow smirk spread across Uzair’s face. “Main kaun hu, yeh jaana tumhare liye zaroori nahi.” He leaned forward, placing his elbow on the table, his voice dropping. “Kyu aaya hu, woh jaan lo.”

His eyes locked onto Shahid’s.

“Bilal Jahan ki highway wali zameen par jo qabza karke baithe ho na… khaali kar do.” His tone turned colder. “Agar zindagi pyari hai toh.”

A brief pause.

“Warna abhi toh main aaya hu… agli baar bhai aayenge.” A faint, dangerous smile appeared. “Aur woh aa gaye, toh acha nahi hoga tumhare liye.”

Shahid leaned back in his chair, letting out a low chuckle. His fingers tapped once against the armrest. “Tumhe lagta hai main tum jaise ki dhamki se daruga?” His eyes held defiance. “Bahut dekhe hain tumhare jaise.” He tilted his head slightly. “Bilal Jahan se khud kuch nahi hua, toh kiraye ke gunde bulwa liye?”

His tone sharpened.

“Main kisi ke baap se nahi darta. Jo ukhadna hai, ukhad lena.”

For a second, silence filled the room.

Then Uzair leaned back and laughed softly, as if amused. “Theek hai phir… ukhad hi lete hain.”

He turned his head slightly. “Donga.”

Donga stepped forward instantly. “Jee, bhai.”

Uzair’s lips curved faintly. “Inki company ka jo board laga hai na lift ke saamne… ukhad do.”

A smirk spread across Donga’s face. “Jee, bhai.”

He turned to leave. That was when Shahid’s composure cracked.

“Yeh kya batameezi hai?” he snapped, rising halfway from his seat. “Main police ko bulaunga!”

Uzair burst into laughter, the sound echoing sharply in the room. “Ek taraf mujhe kiraye ka gunda bol raha hai… doosri taraf police ki dhamki de raha hai?” His laughter faded, replaced by something darker. “Tujhe sach mein lagta hai main police se dar jaunga?”

His eyes hardened, voice dropping to a dangerous calm.

“Abhi bhi izzat se keh raha hoon… chod de woh zameen.” He leaned forward again, his gaze piercing. “Kyu ke tu aur main dono jaante hain ke tera us par koi haq nahi hai.”

A pause.

“Warna anjaam seh nahi paayega… agar bade bhai beech mein aa gaye.”

Shahid’s jaw clenched tightly, anger flashing across his face. “Bahut dhamki de rahe ho apne bade bhai ki.” He leaned forward, meeting Uzair’s gaze head-on. “Toh jao, ja kar bol do apne bhai ko… aur us Bilal Jahan ko bhi.”

His voice rose with challenge.

“Ke aajaye us zameen par. Ab baat wahi hogi.” He straightened. “Bilal apne gunde lekar aaye… main apne log lekar aunga.”

Silence followed. Uzair stared at him for a long moment. Then, without saying another word, he stood up.

His chair scraped lightly against the floor as he turned and walked out, Donga and Siyahi following behind him.

The tension he left behind lingered in the air like a warning.

Later, when he informed Rehman Baloch about the entire situation, Rehman simply listened. A slow smirk formed on his lips.

He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke lazily. As if this was exactly what he had been waiting for.

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The next morning, the highway stretched wide and silent under the pale sun. A convoy of black SUVs came to a halt near the disputed land.

Bilal Jahan stepped out of his car first, adjusting his cufflinks with composed elegance. His gaze swept over the land before settling on Shahid Abbas, who stood there with his men, confidence written all over his face. Bilal walked forward calmly, intending to give him one last chance.

Shahid chuckled the moment he saw him, clearly taking him lightly. “Kya hua, Bilal Jahan? Tumhare woh kiraye ke gunde nahi aaye jinhe kal bheja tha mere office?” He gestured behind him proudly. “Main toh apne log lekar aaya hoon. Dekho, mera lawyer bhi hai… aur woh aadmi bhi, jis se maine yeh zameen khareedi thi, jis par tum qabza kar ke baithe ho.”

Bilal glanced briefly at the lawyer and the man standing beside Shahid. A faint smile appeared on his lips, calm yet knowing.

“Maine socha ek aakhri baar izzat se samjhaane ki koshish kar loon tumhe,” he said softly. “Magar koi faida nahi. Tum laaton ke bhoot ho… baaton se nahi manoge.”

He turned his head slightly toward his car. “Aajao, bhai. Tum hi sambhalo ab. Tumhara department hai yeh.”

With that, Bilal stepped back, leaning casually against his car, his hands slipping into his pockets.

Uzair Baloch came forward and opened the car door. And then, Rehman Baloch stepped out. The air shifted. Silently. His presence carried a weight that settled over everyone like a warning.

Dark sunglasses shielded his eyes. His broad shoulders filled the grey kurta effortlessly, sleeves hugging his arms where veins subtly stood out. His hair was perfectly set, his expression calm yet unreadable.

He walked forward. Unhurried. Unbothered. As if the outcome was already decided.

The moment he stepped closer, the man who had claimed to sell the land to Shahid stiffened. His eyes widened, fear instantly surfacing. He leaned closer to Shahid, whispering hurriedly, “Yeh… yeh ise le kar ane wala tha? Aapne bataya kyu nahi?”

Shahid frowned slightly, irritation flickering. “Kyu? Kya ho gaya aisa?”

The man’s voice trembled. “Bhai… yeh Rehman Dakait hai. Isse panga liya na toh zinda nahi chodega. Main nahi pad raha is chakkar mein.”

Shahid’s jaw clenched. “Chup karke khade raho. Zyada se zyada kya kar lega?”

The man hissed under his breath, panic rising. “Wahi toh nahi pata. Yeh kuch bhi kar sakta hai. Kasainuma aadmi hai… bahut buri maut deta hai.” He swallowed hard. “Suna hai 13 saal ka tha jab apni maa ka qatal kar diya tha gusse mein…”

By then, Rehman had reached them. He stopped just a few steps away, his presence looming over them. Behind the dark lenses, his gaze remained fixed.

His voice came out low. Calm. Dangerously controlled.

“Maine suna, Shahid sahab… aapka koi aadmi hai jo dawa karta hai ke aapne us se zameen li hai.” A slight tilt of his head followed. “Milwaiye mujhe bhi.”

Shahid straightened, masking his unease. He gestured toward the man beside him. “Yeh hai. Iske paas saare documents hain. Check kar lo.”

Rehman shifted his attention toward the man, studying him. “Tum ho woh?” His voice softened further. “Kya saboot hai ke yeh zameen Bilal Jahan ki nahi, tumhari hai?”

The man broke.

His voice trembled uncontrollably. “Koi saboot nahi hai, Rehman bhai.” He shook his head rapidly. “Yeh Shahid jhoot bol raha hai. Zameen Bilal Jahan ki hai. Please mujhe jaane dein. Mera is sab se koi taalluq nahi hai.”

His breathing grew uneven. “Isne paise diye the mujhe yeh sab karne ke liye. Yeh saare documents fake hain.”

Shahid turned sharply toward him, fury flashing in his eyes. “Abe saale, kya bakwaas kar raha hai?”

The man stepped back, fear overpowering everything. “Shahid sahab, aap bade log hain, aap nikal jaoge. Mujhe koi shauk nahi hai Rehman Dakait se panga lene ka.” He shook his head. “Main jaa raha hoon.”

Without another word, he turned and fled.

Shahid’s lawyer swallowed hard, sweat forming at his temple. He leaned closer and whispered urgently, “Shahid sahab… aapka aadmi hi sach bol kar bhaag gaya. Ab kuch nahi ho sakta. Zameen wapas kar dein. Peeche hat jaana hi behtari hai.”

Rehman looked at Shahid, a slow smirk forming on his lips. “Kya hua?” His voice carried quiet mockery. “Khel toh shuru hone se pehle hi khatam ho gaya. Abhi toh maine kuch bola bhi nahi.”

Shahid’s fists clenched tightly, anger overtaking reason. “Rehman Dakait…” he spat, stepping forward. “Tumhari wajah se itni badi zameen mere haath se chali gayi. Tumhe main nahi chhodunga.”

He lunged forward. But before he could even reach him, Rehman moved. In one swift motion, his hand shot out, gripping Shahid by the throat. His fingers tightened. Crushing.

Shahid’s breath hitched as he struggled, his hands instinctively trying to pry Rehman’s grip away.

Rehman leaned slightly closer, his voice a whisper meant only for him. “Rehman Dakait se panga matlab seedha maut se rishta jodna.” His grip tightened further for a second. “Mere saamne aukaat mein rehna.” His tone dropped even lower. “Warna woh haal karunga… ghar wale laash bhi nahi pehchaan payenge.”

With a sharp push, he released him. Shahid stumbled back and fell to the ground, coughing harshly, his hand clutching his throat.

Rehman turned his gaze toward the lawyer, who froze instantly under that look.

“Ab aap woh papers khud phaad kar phenkenge…” his voice remained calm, “ya zaroorat hai mere haath ki safai ki?”

The lawyer gulped, his hands trembling as he hurriedly tore the fake documents into pieces.

“Ab koi proof nahi hai…” he stammered. “Yeh zameen sirf Bilal Jahan ki hai legally.” He stepped back nervously. “Hum ja rahe hain.”

Without wasting another second, he grabbed Shahid and left. Silence settled over the land.

Rehman turned toward Bilal, a faint smile on his lips. “Lijiye, Bilal sahab. Kaha tha na… aapka kaam ho jayega. Ho gaya.”

Bilal smirked, satisfaction evident in his eyes. “Mujhe umeed thi ke maine sahi insaan ko kaam diya hai.” He extended his hand. “Shukriya, Rehman.”

Rehman shook his hand firmly.

Bilal then looked out toward the land, his expression softening slightly. “Yeh zameen mere aur Ulfat ke naam par hai.” He paused. “Iski full ownership Ulfat ko deni hai. Use ek baar yahan lana hoga taake documents sign ho saken.”

Then he looked back at Rehman.

“Rehman, ek aur madad chahiye hogi.” His tone remained composed. “Main chahta hoon ke jab documents sign ho, tum bhi maujood ho.” He added quietly, “Taake phir se Shahid ya uske log aa kar koi tamasha na karein. Tum hoge toh woh kuch nahi karenge.”

Rehman did not reply immediately. The name lingered in his mind. Ulfat. Something stirred within him. A chance to see her again. For a moment longer. But he pushed the thought aside, keeping his expression neutral.

He gave a slight nod. “Main aa jaunga. Aap Uzair ko bata dena kab aana hai.”

Bilal nodded in agreement.

And with that, they turned and left the land behind, unaware that something far more dangerous than a property dispute had already begun.

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The university cafeteria buzzed softly with chatter, the clinking of cups blending with the low hum of conversations. Amidst it all, Ulfat and Maheen sat across from each other, coffee cups resting between their hands.

Maheen suddenly leaned forward, her eyes lighting up as she remembered something. “Acha sun… tumhe yad hai na parson meri behen ki shaadi hai? Tumhe ana hai lazmi.”

Ulfat’s face lit up instantly, a wide smile spreading across her lips. “Of course yaad hai mujhe. Farheen api ne khud phone karke invite kiya hai, card bhi bheja hai.” She lifted her cup, taking a small sip before adding with playful certainty, “Kaise nahi aungi mai?”

Maheen narrowed her eyes at her, pretending to be offended. “Kabhi kabhi main sochti hoon, tum meri best friend ho ya Farheen api ki?”

Ulfat smirked, tilting her head slightly as she leaned back in her chair. “Jealous mat ho meri jaan.” She winked teasingly. “Dost tumhari hi hoon… behen Farheen api ki.”

Maheen burst into laughter, shaking her head at her antics.

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After attending the rest of their lectures, Ulfat returned home.

The grand halls of Jahan mansion were quiet, the afternoon light filtering softly through the tall windows. She walked in, dropping her bag carelessly on the side, and immediately spotted Fareeda seated in the hall reading newspaper.

Without a second thought, she went and sat beside her, resting her head on her mother’s shoulder like a tired child.

Fareeda smiled gently, her fingers brushing softly against Ulfat’s cheek. “Lagta hai aaj bahut thak gayi ho.”

Ulfat groaned dramatically, shifting slightly. “Na puche, Ammi. Bahut zulm hota hai university mein mere saath.” She lifted her hand, showing it to her. “Aapki phool jaisi beti se professors itni heavy machines chalwate hain… dekhe haath kaise ho rahe hain mere.”

Fareeda let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Phool jaisi bachi?” She tapped her lightly on the forehead. “Yeh thoda zyada ho gaya. Yeh phool jaisi bachi toh poore jaha mein toofan machati hai.”

Ulfat smiled sheepishly, snuggling closer for a moment. “Acha Ammi… parso mujhe Farheen api ki shaadi mein jaana hai. Yaad hai na aapko?”

Fareeda nodded, her expression warm. “Haa yaad hai. Chali jaana.” Her tone softened slightly with concern. “Aur waha apna khayal rakhna.”

Ulfat wrapped her arms around her in a quick hug. “Jee Ammi, pata hai mujhe. Aap fikar na karein.” She pulled away, stretching slightly. “Ab main ja rahi hoon. Bahut thak gayi hoon. Dinner par milte hain.”

With that, she got up and walked toward her room.

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At the same time, in a completely different world, darkness lingered in the air.

Inside his office, Rehman Baloch sat behind his desk, a file open in front of him. The faint smell of cigarette smoke lingered around him as he read through the documents with sharp focus. The door opened quietly.

Uzair Baloch stepped in, holding a wedding card in his hand. Without saying much, he walked up to the desk and placed it in front of Rehman.

Rehman’s eyes flickered toward it briefly before lifting to Uzair. “Yeh kya hai?”

Uzair straightened slightly. “Bhai, woh Rizwan sahab ki beti ki shaadi hai parson. Card dekar gaye hain. Aapko bulaya hai.”

Rehman looked back down at his file, turning a page calmly. “Uzair, tumhe pata hai na mai kisi ki shaadi mein nahi jaata.”

Uzair picked the card up again, holding it lightly between his fingers. “Jee bhai, janta hoon.” He paused, then added more gently, “Magar Rizwan sahab request kar rahe the. Unke ghar ki pehli shaadi hai.”

He stepped a little closer, placing one hand on the wooden table, leaning in slightly.

“Aapke bahut ehsaan hain unpar,” he continued. “Unke bachche nahi jaante ke unki fees ap dete hain. Unki dukaan ke liye bhi paise aapne hi diye the.” His voice carried quiet respect. “Isliye woh chahte hain ke aap unki beti ki shadi mai ajaye”

He looked at Rehman, sincerity clear in his eyes. “Chale jaaye bhai. Thodi der ke liye hi sahi. Acha lagega unhe. Bahut maante hain aapko.”

Rehman paused. His fingers stilled over the file. For a moment, silence stretched between them.

Then he leaned back slightly, exhaling slowly as if weighing the thought.

Finally, he lifted his gaze toward Uzair and gave a small nod. “Theek hai… chala jaunga.”

A smile instantly appeared on Uzair’s face. “Yeh hui na baat, bhai.”

And just like that, a simple decision was made.

Unaware that this one event would bring two completely different worlds dangerously closer.

I know in this part there wasn't any Rehman Ulfat moment. But wait for next part. It's going to be too much fun. You will enjoy it. Wait will be worth it.