When Dr. Zubia is in trouble, Dr. Asfi gets thinking as to what actually she means to him...

Hello Readers, I am a die hard fan of Ahad Raza Mir and his character Dr. Asfandyar. I love the chemistry between Asfi and Zubia. I feel the element of love and chemistry could have been expanded in the serial and hence I am writing this fan fiction to satisfy my own desire to see their budding love story . This is my own creation and not intended to copy anyone else's work. Hope you like it.! The characters are same as in the story. XOXO...

Zubiya is thrown out of her house after being falsely accused of having an affair with a guy. Finding herself at a dead-end she seeks help from the person who had saved her at the right time. This is the story of a girl who overcomes the problems of a reserved society and grows into a confident person with the encouragement of her new loved ones. PS: This story is inspired by the famous novel Wo Yakeen Ka Naya Safar written by the author Farhat Ishtiaq. This is just my idea - How the story would have continued if it would've taken a turn towards another way. Copyrights ©️ deewanemastaani

Yakeenkasafar ended but it will last forever with us if you are badly missing the show read my story to feel the madness

A series of short fanfictions based on the 'Yakeen Ka Safar' duo, Asfandyar and Zubiya

Dr Asfandyar and Dr Zubiya- two broken souls; broken by reasons much bigger than themselves. How can he heal? How can she become whole again? In healing the other, will they find their own redemption? A series inspired by the glorious works of Farhat Ishtiyaq and the marvellous characters created by her, her sublime stories and her poetic prose.

Anaisha Arora was a simple no-nonsense woman - highly qualified and utterly gorgeous inside out. However, when a storm of unexpected and much worse, unreciprocated feelings hit her, her heart was left all bare to deal with this tragedy. The tragedy? Her best friend of years - Idhant Ahuja. He was a nerd, but unlike most nerds, the guy had a certain flirty charm and charisma to him and he splashed it around like confetti. How long could Anaisha stay prone to it? Not too long, as a matter of fact! She fell for him, he didn't. So she left him behind and tried to move on. Only for her to barge into him six years later at their alumni meet. Will the sparks fly now? Or is Anaisha in for another heartbreak and this time much more grotesque? Read to find out!

•completed• When I was six, Baba had got me my first doll. I vividly remember her, my best friend. I had named her Sameera, she had huge eyes and wore a red bridal outfit, I would play with her all the time and one day I wed her off, wed her to another doll. But now that I had grown up, I knew that wedding someone wasn't just a game, being someone's wife was about much more. I was in my final year of degree in fine arts, I just 21 when my life reminded me of Sameera, turned me into Sameera, jis tarah Sameera ka nikah ek mazzak tha, ek khel uss he tarah mere nikah ne meri zindagi ko bhi ek khel me tabdeel kar diya. I was the wife of a man who already had a wife he loved dearly. I am Meher Butt and this is my story. (Book is written in English) #1 Urdu (march'21) #4 Lahore (jan'21) #1 Hyderabad (jan'21) #1 Pakistan (march'21) #2 Muslim (feb'21) #18 arrangemarriage (march'21) #24 age difference (jan'21)

"This necklace is your leash, and from tomorrow be ready to become my slave." °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° (Earlier know as : 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙇𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖) For Rajeshri Jha, true love meant only one person : Daud Akhtar. She was in love with him fervently, since the last two years. But she didn't know that true love comes with several hurdles. The village's Pradhan, Shamrat Rathore is an influential and powerful man. Workaholic and hypersexual. His entire life has revolved around the betterment of his village and whores. But when he decided to marry Rajeshri, he didn't know that she was a stubborn and head-strong girl, who was ready to go to any length to have Daud. How will their life intermingle and what will happen when Shamrat would get so desperate, that he will be ready to cross any bridge to claim Rajeshri? Will his obsession for Rajeshri be the cause of his downfall? What will happen when destiny would throw him in a dilemma, and he would be forced to choose his position as a Pradhan or Rajeshri, his wife? Will his love be the reason of his downfall, or will it turn out to be his greatest strength? Read to find out! ♡ 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙠 1 in #election on 19th Sept, 2020 1 in #mayor on 29th Nov, 2020 1 in #pradhan on 2nd Dec, 2020 1 in #politics on 27th May, 2021

" You are really beautiful Nivi...... oh I am sorry Actually it slipped out accidentally. I heard your mom addressing you as Nivi that's why " when this man sitting in front of me who is handsome and damn hot addressed me as Nivi all those hatred with which I came to meet him blown away. My eyes becomes soft and wet. I quickly put my head down and looked at floor to hide those stupid tears. Siddarth Singh Khurana, most prominent business tycoon of South Asia.Current head of Khurana's business empire. Most eligible bachelor, youngest and successful business man. " I think I can't even imagine any other girl beside me as my bride other than you " his deep husky voice made a tingling sensation all over my body. why this is happening to me? I came to say a no for this marriage whoever he is. I stopped dreaming about my future then why I am having second thoughts now. He remembers me of a person whom I really miss. The way he called my name as Nivi was enough for me to break that stone wall inside my heart. " Nivedita look at me once." I slowly raised my head and met his dark eyeballs. " I promise you I won't let you regret this marriage. I will give all happiness for you. At first it was just a business marriage for me but after meeting you I got admired by your simplicity. please say yes" he looked at me with those hopeful eyes. I didn't say anything but I nod my head as yes and he was overwhelmed by my yes. " Thank you, thank you so much " he held my both hands and said. ................ This was the last happiest conversation I remember which I has with my so called husband who is now laying on his bed and beating out of shit from me. I regret that each and every moment when I agreed for this marriage. I can't even cry loudly to forget this immense pain all over my body because if he heard my sound he might kill me and I can't die like at any cost. I need to survive and I don't know like what I did to this family they are treating me like a shit.