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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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Give Me a Niece or a Nephew

|Innaya|

Even after chiding them, the three men did not show any signs of stopping. Arjun, and Ayush, kept grilling Eshan. Moreover, my husband, instead of being his usual calm self, chose to retort in silly ways. It was mortifying to witness this side of them. I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it.

Thankfully, their conversation shifted from our kiss to food and from food to some farmhouse of Arjun's. In the end, Arjun and Ayush occupied two stools and switched on the television engrossing themselves in the football match.

I breathed a sigh of relief when their focus shifted to another topic. I closed my tired eyes. The exhaustion I felt did not seem to be going away soon. It was as if I had done manual labor of shifting heavyweights. The aching in my whole body was prominent. I just wanted to sleep. My stomach also demanded food, and I could feel the hunger overpowering my desire to sleep. First, I wanted to eat and then sleep.