Sequel of "His Replaced Bride" Life is not a bed of roses it is full of troubles. These troubles give us new experiences and lessons to go forward in our life. Sometimes our mistakes make life more difficult and sometimes it is about time. Abhimaan and Samaira are two different personalities tied in a holy bond of marriage and then they found their love in each other. But we grow together with time. Our love and patience make a relationship more stronger. Let's peep time to know much more about their further life and their ups and downs. Will they be able to deal with some new situations and difficulties of their life? Will their love be able to survive this new wave of insecurities and troubles?

Slowly waking up I felt an arm wrapped around my waist. I look up to see a Greek God asleep. I reached to the table that was beside the bed and got my purse. I pulled my phone out to see i had 27 missed calls. 14 from Nona and 13 missed calls from Avery. Then I see that its 9:45am. I have to be at work at 10:10. D**nmit. I slowly slide my way out of his hold. Then putting two pillows in my place. How could he not notice? I looked around for my panties. Then I remember that he put them in his jacket pocket. And I can't find his jacket. So i grabbed his white button up shirt. And slipped it on. Then i grabbed my costume. Tip toeing to the bedroom door I hear him. Grunt. So I speed out slowly closing the door behind me. I make my way quietly downstairs. To see both Avery and Nona asleep on the floor of the livingroom. I make my way over and woke up Nona. "What?" she groans. "Time to go." I whisphered. She nods her head and began to stand up. Pulling a woke Avery with her. "Where is she?!" I heard a roar coming from upstairs. Then I heard a door swing open. I pulled Nona with me. as we ran outside to my car. When they were in. I pulled off. Leaving the best mistake that ever happened to me.

*A reverse-harem fantasy romance* The female decline was swift. Birth rates dropped at an alarming rate, and within years, men across all realms grew restless and aggressive. Their desperation led to women being collected at birth and sold at auction, and humans gradually became one of the most sought after. Parents began hiding their daughters, birthing and stowing their females underground in a desperate attempt to keep them safe. Charlotte is one of them. Hidden from the men who would tear her family apart to get to her, she's accepted that she'll live her entire life within the thick walls of her childhood home. When the human government permits a large-scale raid, Charlotte is one of the unlucky women caught. Forced out of hiding and thrown into the home of three powerful demons, Charlotte must learn how to stay alive in a world she's only experienced through stories from her parents.

Every 200 years, a virgin is sacrificed to a powerful beast, for breeding. In the previous years passed, no offspring has been produced. It is known that only the mate to the beast can give him a pup. The community always selects the outcast virgin, from intricate fear of the beast. I am Ava Goodchild, one of the selected virgins. [[Word count: 80,000 - 81,000 words]] Book 1 of the Dystopia Series

#29 in India #311 in friendship #5 in readers Choice # 112 in Indian story A boy and girl can't be friends.....typical indian thinking...... is it true???... or it's not????.... read to find out......

Jack is your best friend. Always has been, always will be. But what will happen when you start to fall for each other...?