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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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Oh! My wife thinks –

|Innaya|

"I don't want to go."

I failed to suppress the smile bubbling on my lips as Eshan made that puppy face. Since the time we returned from the morning walk, he was whining like a child. He said he didn't wish to go to work, leaving me alone. For whatever reason he had that thought, I knew agreeing with him wouldn't do me any good.

His flirting would always render me speechless with embarrassment. Even in the morning, his way of showing off before that woman had shocked me. Who knew he could be that upfront before strangers as well. When we were walking back, he told me that he did not know her. Her sudden appearance had shocked him, thus he had failed to retort timely.

"Eshan, stop sulking like a child. You aren't small anymore."

"Oh. My wife thinks –"

"Stop." I covered his mouth by placing my hand. My eyes had widened already. I didn't want to listen to him sprouting any more nonsense.