webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
266 Chs

Shameless

|Innaya|

I perceived someone's touch on my skin. A constant voice kept saying something in my ears. I failed to distinguish or pinpoint the reason, but there was a warm kind of feeling surrounding me. Both touch and that voice provided safety to which I could feel my body responding.

The voices around me got louder. It sounded like people were arguing. Why? I tried to move my fingers, but they were trapped as if someone was holding them. I frowned in confusion. Opening my eyes, I wanted to see where I was. What those voices were? However, the task seemed very troublesome.

Eshan. I stressed my brain to recall what happened after I hugged him. I confessed my love, and then… Then what happened? The blur memories made my head throb. I moved my other hand to press my aching forehead, but I winced when a sharp pain shot through my right arm.

"Innaya?" Eshan's voice called out my name.