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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

Red String Of Fate

TWO MONTHS LATER

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|Innaya|

Sometimes I wonder how my life would have turned out had I not met Eshan. A small voice always keeps telling me that we were destined to meet. There was something strong, an unexplainable force that always pulled me towards him, and I could not find words to pinpoint what exactly it was. 

Perhaps, it was that red string of fate people believed in. Both of us were tied with that invisible thread, and although, it would get tangled sometimes… We handled the knots in our relationship carefully, not letting it get broken. 

Two months had gone by in a jiffy with us burying that horrid mother-daughter, and their unspeakable deeds behind. Many good things happened in these two months. First and foremost, my ankle recovered well, and Eshan lost his excuse of carrying me around, though he sometimes acted sneakily and picked me up nonetheless.