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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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He Calls Me His

|Innaya|

I could no longer feel anything as my body grew numb. I wanted to say so many things to him, yet looking at his fallen face, I no longer felt like wasting my breath on him. Ignoring his mere presence from now onwards was the best choice. Because one can commit a mistake once, twice but not every single time. He, for every single time, became the reason for my tears and fears. I could not feel safe in his presence anymore.

I watched as Karan pushed his wheelchair forward with one hand. His eyes never left mine. His action startled me and as I stepped back, I nearly tripped when my feet got tangled in the carpet.

"Careful."

"Careful."

Two voices rang out and at the same time, two people rushed forward to help me. Arjun held me by my shoulders while Eshan's arm was wrapped around my waist. Suddenly I did not feel lost anymore. With these two most important men of my life protectively holding me, I felt an ache in my heart subsiding.