In a time when differences serve only to divide, the existence of a woman, Reina, defies it all, blurring lines between right and wrong. Reina was never born to take the crown, yet a single sin leads her to the seat of glory. That sin Johannes von Eisenwald now wishes to undo, a sin committed by a man born to bring down the monarch. In a world scarred by war, can one be both redeemer and executioner? Can a choir of dissonance find its rhythm in a divided world? Dissonance is a historical romance set in the ruins of a fallen monarchy, where love and betrayal weigh heavier than war. This is a story for you who love slow burn, yearning, morally gray characters and forbidden romance. Highest rank: #1 Melancholy, #2 Alternatehistory, #6 Characterdriven, #35 HistoricalRomance

Some wounds never show on the skin. Grace carries hers quietly. The past has left pieces of her life scattered behind her memories she cannot escape, losses she cannot undo, and nights when simply getting through the next morning feels like too much to ask. She has learned to keep her distance, to swallow the words that tremble at the back of her throat, and to let the world mistake her silence for strength. Then she meets someone who refuses to look away. Iris is nothing like her, where she retreats, he reaches closer; where she leaves questions unanswered, he waits. Their conversations begin with hesitation, linger longer than they should, and leave behind a tension neither of them knows what to do with. Somewhere between the silences, the arguments, and the moments neither of them has the courage to name, Grace begins to wonder if a heart bruised by life can still make room for something gentle. Because what grows between them isn't simply love. It is the quiet warmth of being seen. The slow mending of something once thought beyond repair. A connection that teaches a suffering heart how to breathe again.

*𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨* 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩. 𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * THE STORY FOLLOWS THE TIMELINE OF TVD AND TO WITH A FEW OF MY CHANGES. *I DO NOT OWN ANY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS OF THE SHOW TVD AND TO. *I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTERS 'MISHA' AND HER RELATIVE INDIAN CHARACTERS. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Half Indian girl who settles down in Mystic Falls; her Mother's town, taking a leave from her dysfunctional family after her father's death. Her father was a warewolf while her mother was a powerful leader of the Griffith Witch Coven. She however was destined to be much more than her mother and father. She is destined to be a MIKAELSON. She is the hybrid NIKLAUS MIKAELSON'S road to redemption, his humanity, his innocence and the love of his life. His SOULMATE. Meet Misha Griffith Kapoor. Haunted by her own demons and past trauma and severe anxiety and depression how will Kalus and Misha bring happiness in each other's life and how will she survive the Scooby Gang's desperate attempts to kill the Mikaelson family. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *SCOOBY GANG HATE🚨 *NO SMUTT ONLY FLUFF *⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ *MENTION OF SUICIDAL TENDENCIES, MURDER, DEPRESSION AND OTHER MENTAL ILLNESS.🚨

completed....He didn't believe in love but his sister fell in love. Will he ever realise the importance of love or will be left alone!

#11 in #Spouse hotlist She was standing in window. Her red eyes were indicating that she cried for long. He came and pressed her shoulder. She trembled and jerked his hand. He shut his eyes with anger and pain. His touch frightened her which made him more helpless. "I'm sorry. Main yeh sab nahi rok paya. But tumhare gunahgaron ko saza zaroor milegi. "He said while holding her hands. He could feel her shivering.He left her hands. "I loved you, i love you and I will always love you. Yeh sab mera pyar tumhare liye kam nahi kar sakta. Tum aaj bhi mere liye utni hi pavitra ho jitni pehle thi. "He pecked her forehead lightly. She kept her hand on his chest and bursted into tears and he felt his heart was paining like someone pierced needles in that. He was cursing himself for being this much helpless.