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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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266 Chs

Breathless...

|Eshan|

Blinking my eyes, I looked down at the woman before me in my arms. Twice she confessed her love to me. The first time I was not able to believe it, but now as she gazed at me with all the love in her teary eyes, I would be the dumbest person alive if I remained unmoved.

Cupping Innaya's neck, I brought her face close to me. Gradually, I swooped down, maintaining eye contact with her. Deliberately I kept my movements gradual, giving her time to make a decision. I understood that she was emotional, but people always did not make emotional judgments. Last time, I had refused to believe in her words.

This time, I could feel her sincerity. I would be a fool if I refused to trust her. I knew she was telling the truth. It was love. She was in love with me.

I felt her warm breath caressing my skin. My senses tingled with little excitement and a lot more nervousness. My eyes moved across her face before they came to rest on her lips.