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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 I want to eat is not in the kitchen.

WARNING: SLIGHTLY MATURE CHAPTER AHEAD 

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|Innaya|

The labored breathing of the man sounded alluring in the silent bedroom. Amidst the panting of my own, my mind worked hard to process what just happened. 

Turning my head slightly to face Eshan, I dared not to move carelessly. Eshan had his left arm covering his eyes. His chest moved upside down in a steady fast manner as he inhaled and exhaled slowly as if concentrating on keeping his breathing normal. His right hand curled in a tight fist on his chest. His whole body was as stiff as a wooden block. Unconsciously my eyes trailed downward, and I wished I would not have, for there was something… 

AH!

Swiftly looking away, I covered my own face. I now understood Eshan's bizarre reaction and why he looked like he was restraining something. One look at Eshan's clothed lower half, and I knew that those novels sometimes did not lie…