SHARARAT

• DHURANDHAR | CANON ADJECENT •

HAMZA didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even blink.

He just smirked—slow, dangerous, devastating—and leaned forward.

Until his forehead pressed right against the barrel.

Eyes locked on yours.

Unbreaking.

Like he was daring you.

Like he trusted you completely.

Or maybe like he didn’t care if you pulled the trigger.

Is he FUCKING CRAZY?

{Disclaimer: This is 100% fanon imagination inspired by a canon scene from Dhurandhar, but the gunplay and intimate tension are my own interpretation for spicy storytelling purposes only. I’m exploring Hamza Ali Mazari’s character in a fictional, romantic context. This is not meant to reflect or sexualize the movie’s portrayal of their relationship, especially considering the age gap and canon dynamics. Purely for fun and creative expression—no real people or events are involved. Please don’t throw chappals. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ}