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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

Darling, I’m being pretty straightforward here.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. KINDLY PROCEED WITH CAUTION ( > _ <)< p>

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|Innaya|

"Eshan, can you stop talking double meaning things?"

"Darling, I'm being pretty straightforward here. If my meaning is still unclear to you, let me show you with my actions," saying this, Eshan's left hand went inside through the cotton pajama top and held my bare waist. 

The warm palm caressing my waist, teasingly dancing across my skin, literally caused me to jerk up. Though I was not ticklish, this was far from being ticklish. Eshan's mere touch with that smoldering gaze caused my stomach to clench.

"W-what exactly are you doing?" I snapped out of it. My voice coming out stammering as the pressing weight of the man and his mischievous fingers made it difficult to remain clear-headed. 

Eshan blew air in my ear before pulling my earlobe in his mouth. The soft, tender flesh of my earlobe was a little too sensitive. I shuddered when he sucked slowly on it.