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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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Keeping Things Aside

|Innaya|

The human mind is strange, and the human heart is even weirder. It works in ways beyond the understanding of anyone. At the current moment, my mind wanted me to move forward and help the man who was struggling against the hold of three people. His struggles were heart-wrenching as tears streamed down his face, and his pale face turned red. It seemed he was getting breathless or I wondered if he forgot to breathe.

The flickering emotions and slowly deteriorating condition of his were too familiar. I might not react with so much anger, but I knew the signs of approaching panic attacks. He needed immediate attention, he needed to restrain his emotions, and he needed someone's comforting words. He needed strength. I could see my reflection in him. As if I was watching myself struggling there.