This is an English translation of 'Wo Yaqeen ka Naya Safar', a popular Urdu novel by bestselling author Farhat Ishtiaq. The novel was adapted into a drama series 'Yaqeen ka Safar'. A story about doctors, life and love. None of the characters or plot aspects are owned by the translator.

DISCLAIMER: This story is ONLY for a select group of people. ALSO: NO ARTUROS ALLOWED PLS AND THANK YOU

Hello! This is a fun little "fanfiction" if you will, for my two friends and I. :)

Layla Hayat is many things; philanthropist, introvert, gymnast, bad drummer, prodigal daughter of a famous designer... ....Forgiving is not one of them. 6 years have passed since HE broke her heart. What on earth could have brought him back into her life? Azaan Malik is many things; Ambitious, Former class clown, Unapologetic flirt, Commitment-phobic, Food stealer... ....Quitter is not one of them. He wants to regain what he once lost: Layla's trust. Nothing will stop him from breaking down the walls she is determined to build around herself. WARNING: Slightly Mature Language. Some scenes may be disturbing.

Ahmid Khan comes in the packaging of a twenty-six year old grey-eyed millionaire, anti-social and work obsessed, still coated in the ghost of his past. But everything changed when he was arranged to marry Safa. Safa was young, vibrant and had a promising future with good ambition and hopefully the perfect family. But all comes down to nothing with the arrival of Ahmid. Who not only had to deal with the ghost of his past, but couldn't also give Safa the perfect family she had always dreamed of. Safa had nothing in for her in the marriage with Ahmid. But being married to Safa gave another dimension to life for Ahmid. As he struggles to prove his worth to Safa. And as if his problems weren't enough, the arrival of a certain charismatic gentle man.

How not to write an Islamic love story.

Setting: 2004, Hayview Elementary School, Mrs. Garett's 1st Grade classroom ____________________________________ "Children! Children! Calm down! I know you're all excited about the first day of school, but I still need to take roll! Okay when I call your name, make sure you raise your hand. If I pronounce your name wrong please correct me. Okay, Harold Anderson?, Beatrice Collins?, Pat Denny?, ... Rooksayna .... Fahruck?" The whole class erupted in laughter as I looked down embarrassed. Great just great, now no matter how many Gulab Jamuns Ama makes when I get home, it still wont be able to fix my mood. "Its Rukhsana Farooq ... but you can call call me Shano." • • • Finally! Its lunch time and I only have an hour left of this horrible day left! I can't wait to get home. Just then a boy from class walked up to me. He had big light brown eyes and black hair. I tried to remember his name but soon quit trying. "Hey, I think you're pretty cool. My name is Yousef Bin Zardari. Lets be friends?" Something about this guy made me feel like he was very trustworthy. So I agreed to this friendship. Turns out he was the only good thing that came from my horrible first day. Who knew it could all go so wrong?