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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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Seems like I am not keeping your mind and heart occupied.

|Innaya|

The beauty in those long morning walks even when the sun didn't even appear in the skies is very different. Having someone holding your hand, urging you, looking after your well-being by your side is incredible. Experiencing such small movements with Eshan made me realize that having a life partner was kind of beautiful.

One man in my life made me hate every single relationship and the people. The seeds of hatred and disgust he had planted in my heart had grown by hundreds of folds as the time had passed. Never would I have imagined being shown the different side of the world he had imprisoned me with.

Perhaps, gods had taken pity on my misfortune to have tied me with the man walking beside me. I could not help the warmth of his love from spreading across my stone caged heart. The lock wasn't opened with a key but broken with the hammer of his persistence. I had started to understand what the love of a partner could do to you.