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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

What about the child in her stomach?

|Innaya|

"Are you still going to stay silent?" Eshan left his mother's hold and came to my side. Holding my forearm, he made me face him. I refused to meet his gaze. I would rather prefer running away from this situation than staying.

It might be cowardness in some people's opinion, but for me, this was the only way to protect myself. That year I had spent with my father without my mother by my side had taught me many things. Silence, was one of the many things I had learned.

I had no answers to his questions and no explanation for his mother's. It would be better if they solved this issue. Could I pretend this did not involve me at all?

Eshan held my chin, raising my face upward to face him, he probed further. His fingers were cold on my skin, but the fire in his eyes had the opposite effect on my heart. "I'm asking you something?" Eshan raised his voice.