Tell Me What Is Our Limit

Chapter 1

Hamza knew the moment the mission could be compromised by the addition of Rehman's second son.

He looked at Aalam bhai. He shook his head signaling to take care of Naieem

He saw Aalam bhai calling out to the second son. He turned the focus towards the eldest son

Hamza knew anything could go wrong. That hell is about to break out in the hall. He saw Naieem call out to his brother.

He saw the younger run towards him

He saw three guys dropping down on a bike and started walking inside casually. He saw the guys dropping the shalwar firing straight away at the crowd

Hamza pulled Faizal near him flipping the table to take cover

At the same time, one of the bodyguards pulled Naieem behind a decoration. Hamza pulled his gun out and shot one of the attackers, He saw Aalam crouching toward his table pulling the younger son.

That's when one of the bodyguards got shot and dropped his gun near the oldest. He saw the other one trying to fend off the attackers

He knew the eldest son was about to make a run towards the hole near the side. He quickly shot off the guy's ear. Pulling the boy under shooting the invaders.

He saw the attackers start to flee the scene. He looked down at the puddle of blood Naieem floating in.

He checked the boy's pulse to see if there was any sign of life. He didn't feel anything

Hamza saw the older man approaching him with the younger boy behind him

Hamza quickly removed and draped his vest over the eldest son's wound. He cried out to others to call an ambulance. He knew he had to think quickly about the decision he was making here

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Jaskirat was sentenced to death. He is waiting in the room to be escorted to the prison.

That's when Jaskirat met Sanyal sir amongst a few other government officials.

Jaskirat died that day, and Born was a spy who had been trained in brutal and cruel methods. He went underground.

Jaskirat was sent to dissolve the gangs in Pakistan that were creating a mess

Sanyal sir is a string alpha and He smelled one. The way He enters the rooms the attention goes to him naturally. He saw the other candidate hang up in his words like some art worth hanging in the museum

Jaskirat isn't any less; he was presented as an Alpha, just like his father and his two beautiful Omega sisters, like their mother. A typical Nuclear family

He loves that his mother smells of fresh water lilies. He nuzzles into his mother's arms every day playfully, fighting with his sister.

His father is a great man, He still remembers the way his father held him in his arms as a child.

He came out of his memories at the sudden bang of the metal door slamming against the wall echoing through the hallway

He wasn't Jaskirat anymore he is Hamza Ali Mazari. Jaskirat was long buried underneath the layers of debris

He looked up shifting his emotions in grief. He saw the man Sher e bolach. The man had the natural charm and a dangerous aura surrounding him like a thick winter mist around mountains.

He saw the others walking behind him. He knew everyone from the classified documents he read and memorized before the mission.

He saw Faizal running towards his father hugging him sobbing into his arms

He saw Faizal explaining what happened at the wedding and how Hamza saved him.

"How many guys were there" Hamza looked up and saw the taller one among the gang

When the voice spoke, Hamza was hit by an enormous scent of cardamom with the notes of citrus orange and the underlying scent of jasmine

Uzair Jan Bolach 28 years old second gender: Beta. Second in command at Rehman's weapon factory. What's surprising was this guy doesn't have any criminal records in any notable register and now the record is wrong, this guy isn't a beta

"Three guys one with an AK-47, a Glock, and one with a Uzi" He could barely finish his words when he felt pain in his pinky.

Hamza knew he was trained under excruciatingly painful methods and interrogation. But this pain and an indescribable amount of pain in his pinky was new to him. He saw the clenching hands of Uzair around his own pinky and the strained expression on his face

He saw a thin red thread tied around the other guy's pinky. Hamza's world stopped for an entire minute. He saw the other end attached to his own pinky.

His alpha lurched towards the Omega in front of him. Yearning to wrap his arms around the Omega to keep him safe.

Jaskirat who was dead deep inside him woke at the sudden appearance of the Omega. Hamza knew the moment the guy in front of him was his fated mate and he is an Omega. And it's not mentioned in the file.

Hamza looked up, and he saw the realisation on the omega's face. He saw from his peripheral vision that Rehman was walking towards the room where his dead son was kept in a private room.

He saw the younger son run into Uzair, sobbing and he saw the instinct of the Omega nuzzling into the young pup providing comfort.

Rehman walked out of the room and saw Hamza. Rehman gestured for Donga to hand money to Hamza

Hamza knew he had to answer the question and he knew the exact answer.

He refused the money but the next moment he was handed an Alvida by the tall, beautiful Omega in front of him

He quickly stores the brief skin contact in an unnamed file in his head.

He knew at this moment the mission could take a possible U-turn in events.

Hamza tucked the Alvida behind his back after careful examination of the slick weapon.

Hamza felt eyes on him. He looked up and saw it was Uzair looking at him

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Hamza was given the old room of Rehman's brother-in-law.

It was an old room with cracked walls with paint peeling off them. It had two bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room, and old creaky furniture.

Hamza lay on the mattress, it was flat not uncomfortable but better than sleeping on the floor of Aalam bhai's shop attached to the house.

Hamza looked at the stained mirror in the corner of the room attached to the wardrobe. Hamza gently peeled the scent neutralizer from his scent gland.

Hamza knew his patch was strong enough to block any smell from him but he knew from the omega's reaction his scent was still detected by the Omega even through the patch and supplements he was taking on a regular basis.

Hamza could feel Jaskirat inside him is aching for the touch of Omega to hold him, kiss him, and feel his heart beat but Hamza knows the tall beautiful Omega is like a red spider lily, like the flower fragrance of death toxic for humans but if He could get the sweet relief of death it will be by the hands of his mate. Uzair is a beautiful flower where words couldn't describe the beauty of it but the danger it is

If he had to protect his Omega he would

Alpha Jaskirat Singh Rangi and Omega Uzair Jan Baloch once shared a love as fierce as it was volatile. Bound by a soulmate bond, theirs was an explosive, all-consuming relationship, and their future seemed written in the stars—until Jaskirat chose ambition over the man fate had chosen for him.

Fifteen years later, they meet again; not as reckless young lovers, but as Major Jaskirat Singh Rangi and Dr. Uzair Jan Baloch.

When a national security crisis arises, Jaskirat is assigned to protect a highly classified research facility where Uzair serves as the lead scientist. Forced into close proximity, old wounds resurface, buried feelings reignite, and the soulmate bond they thought broken refuses to remain silent.

As danger closes in from every side, the stakes become far greater than either man imagined. With lives, a nation, and their own fragile hearts hanging in the balance, Jaskirat and Uzair must decide whether the love they lost fifteen years ago is worth fighting for once more.

In a world on the brink of catastrophe, can two men who once lost everything find their way back to each other when life offers them a second chance?

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And shes lowkey real and her name is yursala- or ursula ig wtv. (Btw the name means little bear in Latin🥹🥹)

(hamza is the big bear and BABY IS THE LITTLE BEAR AWWWW)

Now fuck away the real Uzair and his family, but imagine our bhondu Uzair being a girl dad🥹🥹

Also, this is an omegaverse post so if you don't like it, fuck off.

GIRL DADS HAMZAXUZAIR (OMEGAVERSE AU)

He's so fucking stupid in love with his daughter it's adorable. He's gentle af but also not at all because "uski chorri bhi kisi chokre se kam nahi hai"

Some photos i present to you because the THOUGHT OF OMEGA UZAIR WITH HIS AND HAMZA'S DAUGHTER KILLS ME EVERYDAY.

he tries to be like other omegas, gentle and stuff but physically canNOT because he doesn't know SHIT. (Ulfat tried soo hard to teach him, but her devar is forever bhondu) But he is as gentle as he can be (loads) and ADORES HIS LITTLE BABY HE MARINATED INSIDE HIMSELF FOR 9 MONTHS LOLLL-

So he and hamza raise this little chaos baby in the most chaotic yet loved environment ever- with gang and crazy chachus and older brothers who are lowkey scared of her (they're not lol) all around and one dangerous bade papa (Rehman) and cool af badi mummy (Ulfat) (who adores dressing her up in little suits and kurtis AWWW) bacchi will grow up to be a bomb ka tukda frfr

This but saamne pebble palace ki jagah it's poker 😭😭

Rehman adores his niece. She's a little button lol. She's got hamza's eyes but somehow, more pale

(shikanji wala color, his brain supplies. Helpful.

He remembers the scene on their living room sofa one day, hamza explaining Uzair about melanin and how baby's eyes will turn darker as they will grow, which led to Uzair pouting while caressing the little eyebrows of his baby, who's laying on his lap, swaddled up like a burrito, hands sleepy grabbing at his fingers.)

Donga and Siyahi just SPOIL HER- and get spoiled too along the way ig

Guess who gave her the taste of her first sweet- ITS DONGA-

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*Little baby licking her hands which are covered with sticky sweet chocolate and donga eating the rest while watching tellytubbies*

*Uzair walks in and FREEZES-*

"DONGA HAVAMJHANDE (yes, he censored creatively), TUJHE MANA KIYA THA NA KI ISKO KUCH BHI MEETHA NAHI DENA JAB TAK VO 2 SAAL KI NA HO JAYE-" (she's 1 and a half btw)

*then proceeds to take her from Donga's hands and kick the man repeatedly*

🪂

This ladki will soften this lion lol

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One day, she woke up and SCREAMED- a terrified "UUWAGH" only a baby could manage (she's only a year old, leave her alone)

Uzair woke up instantly, used to this and his hand instantly went to cradle his daughter who jumped into his arms, crying in the middle of night. Again.

"Kya hua jaan?? Itna ghabrayi hui kyu ho?"

The kid just kept babbling and sobbing "dadadada" again and again, her face buried in his scent gland, his warm cardamom scent calming her.

Then another arm (not Uzair's btw) came to calm her, rubbing against her small back, the width of the hand covering it entirely, then spoke in deep sleep laced voice-

"Kya hua bacche, bura sapna dekha kya?"

And Uzair looked up

And GASPED

"YAH ALLAH"

Both his hands went to protect the baby against his chest even tighter and immediately jumped away from the bed, panting

"KYA HUA UZAIR?"

Hamza asked his husband, panicking and looking around for the thing that scared both his daughter and love of his life-

"HAMZA? YE KYA HULIA BANA RAKHA HAI BEECH RAAT MEI-"

Uzair's face relaxed a bit when he realised the scary thing was hamza- HIS OWN FUCKING HUSBAND BTW. HE HAS A LEGIT SPERM PET WITH HIM.

Hamza just pushed his hair (which were covering his entire face just a moment ago) into a man bun

"Kaisa hulia? Aisa hi to hun mai-"

"RAKSHAS, CHUDAIL LAGRA THA ANDHERE MEI-merei beti ko rula diya, kabhi maaf nahi karunga Mai."

He held his daughter's head now, and quickly pressed so many kisses against her wet cheeks, kissing the tears away-

"Chalo bass, bass, rote nahi, him abbu se kabhi baat nahi karenge Aaj ke baad, bass?*

He kissed her forehead as she looked at him through her damp eye lashes, the cries reduced to small hiccups now. Tiny hands gripping his clothes tightly.

"Chal hamza, bahar nikal-"

Hamza, who was just a spectator in this whole debacle- "kaha?- I MEAN- KYU? MAINE KIYA KYA HAI?"

Uzair just looked at him unimpressed, and kept rocking the baby as he put his finger on her cheek, poking lightly.

"Itni raat ko, apni ek saal ki beti aur apne husband ke saamne, aise bhoot banke sone ki saza- chal nikal ab"

Uzair threw a very unflattering pillow from the sofa in hamza's direction, who looked surprised, yet obliged because joru ka gulam🥀

So ya, next morning when ulfat screamed as she saw a sleeping BEAR OF A MAN- on the living room sofa WITH HIS HAIR COVERING HIS FACE yet again, one thing was decided

Hamza will keep his hair TIED while he sleeps.

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UZI WILL BURN THE WORLD IF SHE SNEEZES AHHHH

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He wants to cry, he wants to sob, he wants to WAIL AT HOW CUTE HIS LITTLE BEAR IS. Tho the pregnancy period was harsh and gave him permanent back ache (it didn't, he's just dramatic) but he'll gladly go through it again if it meant getting a child who looks at him like he's the only thing she has, with so much love and adoration, he legit cries hugging her while she nibbles at his coller.

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He lowkey will, don't test him- btw ulfat dressed the kid up😭😭😭

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Ulfat always wanted a daughter. Well, she got two bagadbillas from Rehman but she isn't complaining. Her little niece is enough. Little bangles, little rings that somehow fit just right in those chubby hands and jingle as she wakes them excitedly- all bought by her and the collection is never ending. Hair clips on the little pig tails that Uzair loves making are in all shapes lol, bows, stars, sheep, the entire animal kingdom lol.

🪂

Btw that's what Uzair taught her

cuz she's a quick learner.

(au where hamza wasn't the spy, but will kill iqbal and shit either ways Because that shits cool- and rehman survives the ambush and shi, uzi still kills arshad (yep, all the shabang) and hamza found it so hot that he made SEXY, HOT, AND DEEP LOVE to Uzair the same drunken night MULTIPLE SHIFTS till his omega could BARELY WALK THE NEXT DAY AHHHHHH)

Hamza is the one who saves him. At first, Uzair struggles to accept what happened, but slowly, he begins to fall in love with Hamza.

One day, Hamza unintentionally triggers Uzair’s heat. Rehman, worried for his younger brother, has no choice but to ask Hamza for help. Even though Hamza is not ready to accept any feelings or attachment, he still helps Uzair.

Time passes, and Uzair’s feelings deepen. However, Rehman decides to arrange Uzair’s marriage with someone else. Unable to bear it anymore, Uzair finally breaks down and confesses that he loves Hamza.

Rehman confronts Hamza and asks him directly, but Hamza refuses to accept it. His only focus is his mission and his duty to his country.

But when Uzair stands in front of him, eyes filled with tears, Hamza breaks. He cannot bear to see Uzair cry. In that moment, he forgets everything and accepts him.

They get married.

After marriage, Uzair becomes softer, more devoted. He waits for Hamza every night, as if his life depends on it. Hamza returns late, often around midnight, and Uzair is always there, waiting.

Whenever they are together, Uzair confesses his love again and again—but Hamza never says it back. Still, Uzair keeps trying, keeps loving him with everything he has.

Then comes the end of the mission. The entire mafia network in Pakistan collapses. With everything over, Hamza leaves and returns to India—without Uzair.

Nine months later, fate brings them face to face again in India. Rehman and Ulfat have come for a cousin’s wedding and are staying in Rehman’s apartment building.

Rehman lives on the first and second floors. The third floor… belongs to Hamza.

One day, as Hamza is coming downstairs, he sees Uzair again.

Uzair is nine months pregnant.

But this time, Uzair refuses to recognize him.

For him, nothing between them was ever real.

And he is no longer the same lover-boy Uzair who once waited every night just to see Hamza.

Hmm tasty yummy Omega Uzair whump here🤤 angst so delicious i wanna make my whole diet on this for the next 3 months.

Let me gather my thoughts here first.

Poor babie Uzair, an Omega whose biology has finally found its Alpha. He has now been chosen and cannot stop marvelling at it. He says I love you constantly. He waits every night. He is devoted in the specific, slightly heartbreaking way of someone who cannot quite believe this is real and keeps checking.

But this love, i refuse to believe is asymmetrical. The asymmetry is performed, not real. Hamza loves him back. He simply will not say so.

Even though he might— when I say MIGHT— had helped Uzair in his heat out of duty, his Alpha brain had after all been forever imprinted. There is an omega who is under him, choosing to be under his safety.

The marriage has been the final seal.

Hamza loves Uzair. Deeply, specifically, with his whole self — both the operative and the Jaskirat underneath. But he has constructed an internal argument that sounds like this: "I cannot love him. I have a mission. I will leave eventually. Loving him would be cruel. Therefore I do not love him. Therefore I will not say it. Therefore when I leave, it will hurt less."

He loves him through the entire marriage with a completeness that his silence makes invisible. He loves him when he leaves.

He is simply a man who has confused not naming a thing with the thing not existing. Who used his mission as a reason not to be brave. Who chose duty as a shield against vulnerability, and in doing so, handed the person he loved every reason to believe they were alone in it.

Now Uzair, Uzair's whump operate on different levels—

Uzair was just almost about to get married to somebody else, he was in state of angst. And then he had finally got the Alpha his Omega wanted, prayed for.

Hamza never said I love you. Uzair gave everything. So Uzair spent the entire marriage loving into a silence that never answered back. That is its own quiet devastation.

Then Hamza left. Without warning, without goodbye, without explanation. The mission ended and he returned. Uzair woke up one morning to an empty bed and a husband who had ceased to exist.

And finally the pregnancy. Something that alters an Omega's biology forever. Uzair does not know he is pregnant when Hamza leaves. He finds out after.

This means he went through the discovery alone. The confirmation alone. The first weeks alone. He processed the existance of this child without the person who should have been there.

And his Omega, which should have been singing at the pregnancy, was doing something more complicated. Because the pup is Hamza's. And Hamza is gone. And every time the biological joy of growing a child surfaces, it crashes immediately into the absence of the man who should be here for this.

This also means Uzair has had nine months to build his walls. Nine months of doing this alone.

By the time Hamza sees him in that stairwell, Uzair has had nine months of practice at not needing Hamza Ali Mazari.

✋😭

Chapter 2

Hamza walked into the factory determined not to make a fool out of himself and gather as much intel as he could

He was paired with Donga, and he looked around the factory, searching for something, but he didn't know what he was looking for. He went back to checking the fake guns displayed in front of him

Hamza was carrying the crate to the storeroom when he saw the Omega with his ledger sitting on one of the stools, counting the boxes.

Uzair was wearing a teal blue kurta with black trousers. He was looking at the boxes with the focus of a man with his newborn child. Hamza looked at the omega's dark brown eyes going over the count again. Hamza saw the Omega biting his lower lip, chewing slightly without any consciousness of the habit. He mentally added it to the folder labeled "classified information."

Hamza notes that Uzair was bouncing one of his legs. He saw the sun hitting his face in a different way, making the omega's features more tempting.

He moved another box and walked over towards the Omega. That's when he was hit with the scent of pure cardam, along with subtle notes of citrus in the air.

Hamza noticed the Cardamon in the air, it was warm, spiced, and intimate it was not overwhelming or overpowering but the kind of scent that clings to your clothes or your skin with a brief contact with the scent.

He noticed the citrus scent, it was normal and subtle not the bright orange sweetness but perhaps could be bitter bergamot or crushed mandarin peel. Hamza took another brief deep breath trying to identify the citrus that clung to the Omega, it was the smell of bergamot. Hamza notes the smell was less almost blended with the warmth not the strong version he smelled in the hospital but to a lesser extent.

He looked down at his pinky connected to the omega's pinky in the red string.

Hamza wanted to tug the red string to see whether the tall Omega would look at him but his RA&W-trained brain shut the entire idea down.

Hamza felt the eyes on him watching him move, carrying boxes, observing him. He felt like he was being assessed by the tall beautiful Omega.

Hamza turned towards the Omega with a raised eyebrow, the Omega quickly ducking his head down to the ledger. Hamza saw his Omega feeling shy.

That's when Hamza found the Jasmin notes in the omega's scent it was soft and lingering. Not the heavy floral perfume of Jasmin but the one blooming in the night. The Jasmin keeps his scent from making him full musculin or full submissive. It gave him a haunting quality.

Hamza notes the omega's scent is like warmth with the edge of hidden meaning, comforting at first without realizing the danger lingering around them it was quietly addictive the longer the person stays near. Hamza walked out of the room.

Hamza finished carrying the boxes and sat on one of the empty crates. He saw the Omega talking on the phone. The Omega's eyes wandered around the room locking his eyes with him. They held eye contact for 30 seconds. Hamza noticed the Omega wearing kohl. He was mesmerized by the eyes, liquid alive brown.

Hamza saw that the Omega was chewing his lower lip, abusing the already red saliva-coated lips. He wants to kiss the Omega, make the Omega's lips red, make him flush and breathless, watch him break under him while he takes the Omega apart and fixes him back again. Hamza walked out of the room with the need to create a plan

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Uzair notes that the Alpha was looking at him. He felt the Omega inside him wants to wrap its arms around the Alpha, bury its face in the Alpha's neck.

He went back to focus on the ledger open in his lap. The Alpha is short but the air around him wasn't. He smelt the Alpha's scent the first time back in the hospital it was the smell of Old paper and a hint of smoke not cigarettes or cigars but of burnt paper along with notes of sandalwood.

The first scent was like the smell he found in his father's bookshelf it was not the dusty old books but the worn-out pages of an old ledger his father used to write when he was alive.

The smoke was barely noticeable like the extinguished matchstick, faint not overwhelming. He smelled the notes of sandalwood in the air. It was the same essence his mother used to burn in the house for the pleasant atmosphere. It was smooth, steady and deep. The smell was like an old smoky sandalwood it was warm and smoky. It was almost scared to even smell it.

He almost wanted to tug the Alpha towards himself. In the corner of his eyes, He saw his alpha was walking towards him carrying one of the crates, his bishop bulging with the weight. He saw the Alpha's pale green eyes, like the dark forest. It was haunting but beautiful in its own world. The Alpha's hair was tied in a loose bun.

He locked eyes with Alpha while talking to his Bhabi. He bit his lower lip at the sudden attention he got from the Alpha. He turned to the other side avoiding looking at the Alpha further.

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A few weeks passed. Hamza and he was staring to spend more time around each other. They played football together.

They both were paired together for almost everything since Hamza is new to the gang and teaching him things around Lyari. He saw the red string attached to the Alpha pinky.

He was looking at the Alpha coughing when he tried to smoke the cigarette he passed him. It was funny when he struggled with the first time but he saw Hamza get the hang of it, and that's when he saw his bhai storming towards the makeshift football ground.

"This is the place I taught Naieem football" Rehman took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled

"Donga" Rehman exhaled the smoke

"Should I avenge my son?" Rehman looked at the gang in front of him.

"Yes, Bhai" Donga stuttered "Arry are you stupid. Bhai, he is scared"

"Bhai, it's near the election. We can't do anything that would affect the PAP" Donga tried to reason

"We should take revenge but not now. After the election, Babu Dakait is waiting for us to react. If we do, we will only lose our boys"

Others started to agree with the reasons for getting money cut by PAP, of winning the election, and not pissing off the PAPs

Rehman turned towards Hamza "You, what would you do if you were in my place?"

"I'd take revenge"

Uzair stood up from the wooden crate He was sitting on "Are you out of your mind, Hamza?"

"Quiet" Rehman shut him down "Keep talking" Rehman gestured towards Hamza

"You're our leader, bhai. Sher e bolach. They killed your son without any ounce of mercy. If you don't do anything, it will bring shame to the whole community"

Uzair watched as the Alpha explained the concept further. He knew they had to get revenge for his nephew.

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That night they had planned for the execution of the plan. He sat outside the room waiting for his brother.

"Uzair" he heard his brother call out to him from inside the room

"I'm going outside for work, you go home now" Rehman looked at him from the throne he sat on

"Ji, bhai" Uzair started to walk out of the room

He went back to his small office in the back of the factory to get his jacket and bike keys

Uzair got outside the factory and saw Hamza standing alone outside

"Why are you still here?" He saw the Alpha turn towards him

"Siyahi was supposed to give me a ride back home but he went with bhai for some work" he saw the standing calmly in the late night

"Come I will give you a ride"

The Alpha turns his whole body facing him now

"No, it's okay I can walk home" Hamza tried to reason

"Besides we need to talk" Uzair looked at the Alpha. He walked towards his bike, turning it on, waiting for the Alpha to join him

Uzair saw the Alpha sat in the back "Hold on to me" He saw the hesitation on the Alpha's face "Come on, I don't bite unless you like it" Uzair winked at him

Hamza's ear turned pink at the statement. Uzair saw the reaction through the rear mirror

It took 15 minutes to reach Hamza's apartment cum resturant. They both walked upstairs in awkward silence.

They sat down on the living room sofa. Uzair and Hamza both stayed silent for a significant amount of time

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Hamza felt the citrus scent getting a bit more prominent in the air. He gently placed his hand on his Omega's thigh, waiting for the Omega to remove it or tell him to remove it or waiting to see any discomfort in the scent or in his face. But the Omega's scent suddenly reduces the smell of bitter bergamot and the cardamon gives a comeback in the air

"You know, I'm an Omega when we were back in the hospital" Hamza saw the Omega turning his body towards him, giving him full attention

Hamza nodded his head waiting for the Omega to continue

"Nobody knows because it is dangerous in this field and I always thought I wouldn't get to have a mate or heck even a fated one but here we are and I thought I would have to marry someone my brother shows me"

The idea of Uzair being with someone made Hamza physically and mentally sick. He moved his hand from the thigh to hold the Omega's hand. Hamza felt the shift in the air. For the first time, he smelled a floral scent in the air, the small notes of Jasmin he usually smelled around the Omega when he was with his brother and He smelled it today, and it's an achievement that his sweet, pretty Omega felt safe with him.

He saw his Omega's face, he definitely have smelled his sandalwood scent in the air by the smile in his face

"I was 15 when my father was killed by Arshad Papu and my mother sticken by grief died and year later leaving me all alone that's when Bhai took me in"

Hamza didn't interrupt the Omega. He knew his Omega's parents died when he was young when he was handed the file before entering the enemy territory. He saw the Omega taking a shaky breath. He gently squeezed his hand.

"Bhai got me into college and took care of me like I was one his own" Uzair smiled at the memory "When I was presented at 18, everyone at the havali was sure I would be an Alpha but I turned out to be an Daryabi, an omega"

Uzair took a deep breath looked down at the hands that were held by the Alpha "I thought and I knew, I was going to be a burden to bhai"

Hamza let go of his Omega's hand, He gently pulled down the Omega grabbing his face, gently cradling his face

"You are not a burden, sweetheart and I don't think bhai feels like that too. You are precious to him"

Uzair knew he couldn't break but he wants to do bad.

Hamza reached up gently, slowly. Brushing his cheeks asking for permission. Carful, without any words

Uzair leaned forward on instict

That almost undid Hamza

Hamza lowered his voice to a murmur

"Tell me if is this too much Sweetheart?"

"No it's not enough" Uzair's eye softened

The kiss that followed after it was gently

No urgency

Just warmth

Hamza felt Uzair smiled in the kiss, that undid the last of tension disappeared just complete sensation of the kiss

They moved slwo, gently, and soft, almost afraid to let go of one another

As they run out of air, Uzair leaned back barely an inch, resting his forehead lightly on the Alpha's

"I wish time could just stop here forever" Uzair pulled Hamza into another soft kiss

"But it's getting late I need to go home" Uzair resting his forehead back again

Hamza gently held out to Uzair "I will walk you downstairs"

Hamza waved at the Omega as he pulled out to the road back home

Hamza walked upstairs sat in the sofa where he sat looked the place Uzair sat

He knew he couldn't inform Aalam bhai or Sanyal sir but he stored the kiss in the now named classified file in his head

Hamza went to bed but couldn't able to sleep. He thought of the kiss one last time. He knew the couldn't risk the mission for the relationship. He will everything he can to accomplish the mission

Chapter 1 – Sajna Jad Tu Chhadd Ke Gaya Ve

Tere ishq ne yaara aisa naach nachaya

Tere ishq ne yaara aisa naach nachaya

Chitte baddlaan ne sooha rang barsaya

Tere ishq ne yaara aisa naach nachaya

Prologue

The one thing Omega Uzair Baloch would remember the most about that evening was the rain.

It was raining when his heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces. It was raining when his tears disappeared into the downpour, leaving the sky to mourn what he no longer could. The world blurred beneath ropes of silver plowing the earth with a vengeance, yet through the storm he saw everything with unbearable clarity.

He saw his Alpha walk away. Jaskirat Singh Rangi, his soulmate, his fated one, the man who had once promised him forever…kept walking without a second glance, heedless to the soul wrecking scream that tore through their bond. Even the torrential downpour couldn't wash away the phantom trace of Jaskirat's scent…a cruel, lingering ghost that would haunt Uzair for years.

He did not see Uzair crumple to the ground. He did not see him fall to his knees. He was deaf to the howl that ripped itself from Uzair's chest, a sound too ragged and broken to form words. The freezing mud seeped through his clothes, clinging to his skin, but the chill of the storm was nothing compared to the absolute, hollow winter expanding inside his chest.

Uzair knew with terrifying certainty that warmth would never reach him again.

Uzair remembers reaching a trembling hand into the empty air, his fingers catching nothing but cold rain and the suffocating, decay of a dying bond. 

What Uzair remembered most, however, were the cruel words Jaskirat left behind. Those parting syllables echoed endlessly in the dark caverns of his mind, a relentless, looping curse. He polished them until they became the only remnants of a bond that throbbed like a festering wound.

Their relationship was now a disturbing shrine built from abandonment and devotion in equal measure. The heart that had once housed his Alpha was now a graveyard, a cemetery of broken promises and unanswered prayers, every memory another battered headstone.

He wandered those ruins sometimes, tracing the remains of a story that had twisted into something monstrous, no longer a romance but a cautionary tale whispered by his soul, it served well to remind him love was not meant for him.

Relationships were a beautiful lie people told themselves until reality ripped off its mask and revealed the ugly grotesque facts beneath it.  Nothing in this world could thaw the heart he had frozen into oblivion.

15 Years Later – June 2026

Dr. Uzair Jan Baloch stared at the data projected across his monitor, absently marking anomalies while pretending not to hear the increasingly dramatic sighs coming from behind him.

He had been hiding out in his lab trying to ignore his team's persistent efforts to drag him out for a drink.

"Live a little," Dr Yalina Jamali whined.

"I am alive," he deadpanned.

"Not with that attitude."

She leaned against his desk, a mischievous grin on her face.

"So, how did the date with that Alpha go?"

"What Alpha?"

"The one your bhai set you up with."

Uzair racked his brain. "Oh. That guy." He shrugged. "He bored me with cryptocurrency talk so I blocked his number."

Yalina groaned. "You really need to get out more often."

"I need you to get out of my office more often," he snarked.

It had no effect on Yalina, who continued spinning lazily in his office chair.

Yalina Jamali was his research associate and, by far, his favourite protégé. He wasn't ever going to admit that to her.

“You know you would be much less grumpy if you got some alpha di..”

The ringing of his phone provided the escape he desperately needed.

Dr. Uzair Baloch had exactly three rules and this call was violating his rule no 3.

Rule 1- No meetings before nine.

Rule 2 - No paperwork in the laboratory.

Rule 3 - Absolutely no phone calls from Delhi.

The first two rules existed because people were incapable of reading emails. The third existed because every time someone from the capital called, weeks of carefully planned research vanished beneath bureaucratic urgency.

Yalina stopped spinning in the chair "Another rejected Alpha?"

Uzair didn't bother looking up from his monitor. "Dr. Uzair Baloch."

The voice on the other end was calm, controlled. "This is Bhansal."

Uzair straightened instinctively. Everyone working under the Defence Research and Development Organisation knew the name, even if few had ever met the man.

"Sir."

"I need you in Delhi."

Uzair glanced at the clock. "My team is in the middle of validating—"

"You have thirty minutes."

The line went dead with no explanation, or briefing and absolutely no room for argument.

"...Should I be worried?" Yalina looked at him sharply.

Uzair closed his laptop. "Probably."

That evening, hours later he found himself walking through security at South Block.

It was the usual song and dance of identity checks, biometric scans and armed escort.

Even for someone with the highest scientific clearance available to a civilian researcher, the protocol was excessive but he understood the need. The conference room waiting beyond the final door was surprisingly ordinary.

A large table, a wall-sized display and just two men.

One he recognized immediately, Ajay Sanyal the Director of IB .

The other was Sushant Bhansal, Deputy Director of the IB, who looked exactly as he had last seen him expressionless and immaculate.

Ajay Sanyal  gestured to the empty chair. "Dr. Baloch."

Uzair nodded "You wanted to see me."

Bhansal slid a thin classified file across the polished table.

"What do you know about Project Nazf?"

Uzair didn't even open it. "Nothing."

Sanyal leaned back. “Nothing?"

"It doesn't exist." Uzair continued. "It's an academic myth. A theoretical nerve agent occasionally mentioned in old conference papers and chemistry forums. You will find aspiring chemist whispering about it or occasional conspiracy theorists ranting about it in deep bowels of internet.

The scientist in him took over.

"This supposed nerve agent is not real. There is no verified synthesis, no confirmed samples, and no reproducible mechanism. It's a fairy tale toxicologist tell postgraduate students."

Silence settled across the room. Bhansal pressed a button.

The display behind him flickered to life. It showed security footage of a small office. The timestamp read 9:00 a.m. Around fifteen employees occupied their cubicles, walking, talking, working, sipping tea, checking their phones, and answering emails.

The timestamp advanced, hours passed. The time now showed 5:00 p.m.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then a young man paused and touched his nose, his fingers slick with blood, his pristine white shirt turning crimson by the second. Across the office, a young woman gagged violently, blood spilling from her mouth onto her desk. A third employee collapsed inside her cubicle, her body convulsing once before going still. The security camera caught only one final image; thin rivulets of blood leaking from the corners of her wide, unblinking eyes.

Within seconds the office dissolved into chaos.

People screamed covered in blood, writhing in pain they couldn’t describe. Some rushed to help, staggering through the office, leaving bloody handprints across white desks and glass partitions. Others simply collapsed where they stood, death claiming them before anyone could understand what was happening.

The footage ended, nobody spoke. Bhansal wordlessly passed the controller to Uzair who replayed the final thirty seconds again. Then once more.

His expression never changed; only his breathing did. Finally, he opened the file.

"...This is impossible. This is supposed to be a deranged chemist's pipe dream."

Ajay Sanyal folded his hands. "So you keep saying. But as you can see, it's no longer a fairy tale. It's reality. Fifteen people are dead, Dr. Baloch. This is not just a dream… but a real goddamned nightmare."

Uzair stared at the frozen image on the screen. "If this is what I think it is..."

He stopped. For the first time in years, uncertainty crossed his face.

Ajay Sanyal quietly asked, "What?"

Uzair looked at him. "...Then the people who collapsed aren't the only victims."

Bhansal slid another folder across the table.

CLASSIFIED

MULTI-AGENCY JOINT TASK FORCE

LEAD SCIENTIFIC CONSULTANT

DR. UZAIR JAN BALOCH

EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY

Sanyal stood.

"Your laboratory has already been relocated to a secure government facility. You will have unrestricted authority over all scientific operations."

"What you need, you get. What you ask for, we find."

Uzair remained seated.

"And if I fail?"

Ajay Sanyal met his eyes. "You won't."

Outside, rain began striking the windows.

For reasons he couldn't explain, the sound made something deep inside his chest ache.

Ignoring it, Dr. Uzair Jan Baloch picked up the classified file and followed the two men out of the room.

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Previous Chapters

Chapter 6 – Jaan Se Guzarate Hain

Aitbaar Badhta Hai Aur Bhi Mohabbat Ka

Aitbaar Badhta Hai Aur Bhi Mohabbat Ka

Jab Wo Ajnabi Bankar Paas Se Guzarate Hain

Dil Pe Zakhm Khate Hain, Jaan Se Guzarate Hain

Jurm Sirf Itna Hai Unko Pyar Karte Hain

Alpha Jaskirat Singh Rangi- a battle-hardened soldier, a ferocious alpha, a man whose track record was both impressive and inspired fear was currently trying to make himself smaller.

He had survived conditions that would have killed lesser men, and right now all of his focus and attention were on one person, keeping him safe. His Omega.

The man who had more than one reason to hate him was currently paying far more attention to the particles beneath his microscope than to the alpha standing just beyond the reinforced laboratory glass. Dressed in full PPE, Uzair barely spared him a glance, while Jaskirat remained outside the lab, guarding him, keeping him safe, trying not to linger too long on the man who had once been his entire world and who still held his heart in an iron grip.

Omega Uzair Baloch was fighting a battle against time.

Finding a cure for the effects of a chemical weapon began with understanding exactly how the compound attacked the human body and, more importantly, how to neutralise it. Uzair knew that whatever they discovered now would only be a temporary solution. Breakthroughs like these took months, if not years.

Work had always been his refuge. But whenever he wasn't buried in reports or glued to his equipment, a certain alpha in military fatigues commanded every inch of his attention.

Jaskirat was the kind of man who drew every eye the moment he walked into a room. And that man....was his alpha. His soul knew him, recognised him, longed for him.

There was nowhere left to hide.

Uzair immersed himself in the research, desperately trying to ignore the man standing outside the reinforced glass. Yet every time he glanced up, he found Jaskirat exactly where he had been moments before, quietly watching him, following his every movement with the vigilance expected of a protector.

The problem with being around Jaskirat was that he was assaulted by a million memories.

From the very first moment they met to the day their lives changed forever. Their love had never been soft or gentle. It had been a raging storm that swept away everything in its path.

And now, with the Alpha's constant presence surrounding him, every part of Uzair felt stretched painfully thin beneath a burden his soul had never asked to carry.

"Could you stay a little farther away from me?" Uzair muttered as Jaskirat escorted him from one section of the laboratory to another.

"I feel like an imbecile being led from one corner of the building to the next. I am a goddamned scientist. Why do I need this much protection? I am pretty sure there's an entire battalion outside."

"The soldiers outside are protecting the facility." Jaskirat paused. "I am here for you."

The words hung heavily between them. He immediately corrected himself.

"My team and I are here to protect your team."

"Unless there's an actual breach," Uzair replied coldly, "you are practically useless. What's the point of you being here anyway?"

Jaskirat clenched his jaw, forcing himself to suppress the overwhelming urge to grab Uzair by the shoulders and shake him.

Because I want to be close to you. Because this is the only way I will ever be allowed near you again.

The words never left his lips. Instead, he answered quietly, "You are the only thing standing between this country and a cure."

His voice softened. "And protecting you is..." He looked away for a brief moment before finishing. "...everything." None of that mattered to Uzair. While he was miserable, the rest of his team was having an entirely different experience.

Boman, who was buried in a stack of reports, had his protection detail, Lieutenant Aman Rathore, sitting beside him asking questions that had absolutely nothing to do with his research.

"Have you seriously not noticed that smell?" Aman asked for what had to be the tenth time. "I am telling you, it's everywhere... and I can't figure out what it is."

Boman sighed without looking up.

"Lieutenant, you are in a laboratory filled with dozens of chemicals powerful enough to set you on fire. Of course, you are going to smell something strange."

"It's not chemicals I am smelling," Aman muttered stubbornly.

Yalina was busy compiling her report while Rizwan sat beside her, doing little more than quietly watching her work.

"What are you looking at?" Yalina asked without taking her eyes off her screen.

"Nothing."

Rizwan's voice squeaked.

Yalina bit back a smile and continued typing, thoroughly enjoying his embarrassment. Inside the laboratory, Nikhil, dressed in full PPE, worked methodically at his station while Kabir stood outside the reinforced glass, watching him with unwavering concentration. Kabir looked like a man who could happily spend hours staring at paint drying if he thought it might reveal classified information. Curiosity, after all, was a powerful thing. And then there was Jaskirat.

He walked silently beside Uzair as the scientist made his way toward another laboratory to continue investigating whether the compound could be aerosolised.

They needed answers. Time was running out. The pressure was relentless, but Uzair refused to let it show.

"You should eat something," Jaskirat said quietly.

"You can take your break if you like," Uzair replied without looking at him. "I have better things to do."

"I will take my break when you take yours."

"Well, I am not hungry."

"You still need to eat."

Uzair stopped walking. He turned slowly to face Jaskirat, irritation flashing across his face.

"Don't tell me what to do."

His voice was quiet but razor-sharp. "If you want to play Alpha, find someone who's willing to listen." Every day that he failed to uncover what made the compound so devastating was another day lost.

Another day, more lives. Although there hadn't been another attack yet, that didn't mean one wasn't coming. Uzair lived with that knowledge every waking moment.

He barely slept. His nights were consumed by theories, formulas, and reports. His days were spent trying to determine whether the compound could be aerosolised. He looked up from his workstation and let out a loud sigh of frustration.

"I don't even know if this will work," he muttered. "What if we are wrong? What if... I am wrong?"

"You are doing everything you can," Jaskirat replied evenly. "You can't blame yourself."

"Who asked you?" Uzair shot back.

Jaskirat's expression remained unreadable. "I am sorry... were you talking to yourself?"

Uzair looked around, the laboratory was empty. "I was talking to Yalina."

"She left two hours ago," Jaskirat said quietly. "She told you before she left."

Uzair huffed in annoyance and turned back to his work.

Jaskirat wasn't just watching Uzair. He was watching everything.

The facility had its own rhythm. The people, the routines, the faces, each served a distinct purpose. His team wasn't simply standing beside scientists with rifles. They were studying the entire environment.

The laboratory was remote. It wasn't officially a secret facility, but very few people even knew it existed. It didn't appear on most maps, and stumbling across it by accident was nearly impossible.

Yet Sanyal's words continued to echo in his mind.

"Hindustaniyon ka sabse bada dushman Hindustani hi hai. Pakistan toh dusre number par aata hai."

India's greatest enemy is often its own people.

Which was precisely why everyone and everything inside the facility warranted attention. His vigilance wasn't misplaced. Because his team found something deeply unsettling.

Vikram approached Jaskirat, who was seated a few tables away from Uzair. The scientist was currently engaged in a losing battle against a rather sad looking sandwich.

"Boss."

"Yes?"

"We have a problem."

Jaskirat immediately straightened.

"Some of the surveillance footage is missing."

"Deleted..."

He paused.

"...or hidden?"

"Deleted and replaced with looped recordings."

Vikram's voice lowered. "Someone is trying to hide something."

Jaskirat's eyes hardened. "What areas do those cameras cover?"

"Dr. Baloch's laboratory, the three primary research labs, and the connecting corridors."

He hesitated.

"The missing footage is from several days last week."

A week. The very week Jaskirat and his unit had arrived, the verey week Uzair and his team had arrived. A week was all it had taken for Sanyal's warning to begin coming true.

Jaskirat exhaled slowly. "Monitor the situation."

"Yes, sir."

"Brief Rizwan. Keep Rathore and Ali informed. Nobody acts until we know exactly what we are dealing with."

"Understood."

Vikram gave a sharp nod before walking away to relieve Rizwan.

Jaskirat's gaze drifted toward Uzair. Should he tell him? No. Not yet. There wasn't enough evidence to justify alarming the scientists. But the incident would be in his report to Delhi.

Uzair had made no meaningful progress all day. He nearly hurled a stack of reports across the laboratory before stopping himself at the last second.

Jaskirat, now inside the lab in full protective gear, watched helplessly. He hated seeing his Omega like this. The frustration, the fear hidden beneath determination. The quiet desperation that lingered beneath Uzair's scent. Every instinct his Alpha possessed demanded that he comfort him.

He knew better. Anything from him would only make things worse. Still, a part of him decided he had to try.

"Uza..." He caught himself. "Dr. Baloch."

Uzair didn't look up.

"Maybe you should take a break, may be that would help."

A bitter laugh escaped Uzair.

 "Oh?" He finally turned around. “Remind me again... where did you earn your PhD, Dr. Rangi? Oh, wait….You don't have one!  I don't remember asking for your opinion."

His voice remained calm, but every word landed like a blade. "Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

Jaskirat lowered his gaze. "I was just concerned—"

"Then concern yourself with security." Uzair cut him off immediately. "Isn't that what you were ordered to do?"

"My wellbeing is none of your goddamned business." He continued ruthlessly.

"But it is..." The words escaped before Jaskirat could stop them.

The instant they did, he regretted them. Uzair's expression changed. His anger didn't explode. It froze.

"Don't." His voice was low enough to make the room feel colder.

"Don't you dare….You have no right and you never will…..Do you hear me?"

Jaskirat didn't answer. There was nothing he could say.

The night ended with Uzair walking as quickly as he could toward his room. Not because he intended to sleep. He simply needed to put as much distance between himself and Jaskirat as possible.

Jaskirat remained outside Uzair's door long after it had closed. He stood there in silence, breathing in the faint traces of peach, vanilla, and honey lingering in the corridor.

He remembered the first time that scent had reached him. The first time it had stopped him in his tracks.

It felt like another lifetime.

Laakh Wo Gurezaan Hon Laakh Dushman-E-Jaan Hon

Dil Ko Kya Karein Saahib Hum Unhi Pe Marte Hain

Dil Pe Zakhm Khaate Hain Jaan Se Guzarte Hain

Jurm Sirf Itna Hai Unko Pyaar Karte Hain ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Uzair refuses to thaw as he rightfully should and Jaskirat refuses to quit because he is that stubborn. Our boys are will continue to fight. Should we take a deep dive into their past and see what happened? Let me know what you guys think in the comments :)

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