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My Vulnerary Husband- our journey towards love

Innaya Kapoor, granddaughter of late Mr. Viraj Kapoor agrees to disagree with the concept of love. So obviously, marriage is off limit, driven by her own experiences of relationships. Worried for his granddaughter, Mr. Kapoor before passing away, chooses an alliance for her, she is unaware of. Six months past his demise, the chosen groom's arrival comes as a shock to clueless Innaya. Torn between her Grandpa's last wish and her own fears, Innaya decides to take a leap of faith after meeting her chosen husband. Innaya knows the scars of past she carries are enough to destroy her present if she gave in. She enters into her marital life, not prepared for having her husband to become her own vulnerary, ready with an armor of love for breaking down the walls of her past. The only thing she did not realize that everyone has their secrets and he had his own too. ____________________________________________ This story revolves around the mental health issue PTSD. NOTE - It may be an Indian story but there is nothing in it, that the non-Indian readers won't understand. So, my dear non-Indian readers, give it a try! It won't disappoint you :) Cover Image belongs to its respected owner. It's not mine. If you would like to connect with me: Discord: Mukta (My Vulnerary Husband)#5392

Mukta · Urban
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Changing Equations

|Innaya|

"See this. They can start anywhere."

Arjun's remark instantly had me straightening up. I found ground interesting at that point. Breathing deeply, I tried to minimize my presence as much as I could. Eshan's hand still holding mine did not let me relax completely. 

"You have the worst timing ever," Eshan drily taunted. 

After making sure that my face would not give away my shyness, I lifted my head. They both had returned with holding glasses in their hands. 

"Here." Arjun forwarded his hand. In his both hands, there were two glasses with green color liquid. 

My nose scrunched up. Was he trying to make me drink the bitter gourd juice? "What? Do you want me to drink this? I hate bitter things," I replied distastefully.

Arjun's eyes flickered towards Eshan before he focused his blue eyes on me."So what? You're unwell." He shrugged his shoulders.