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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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What was she doing?

||Eshan||

Not too many situations made me aphonic. However, the current situation not only made me speechless but also had me questioning my capability of speaking. The guilt of being the reason of her every misery, the guilt of failing her, the guilt of letting down Grandpa, and most importantly the guilt of not understanding how to resolve everything stole my voice. I could not vocalize what I was feeling.

What would one do being put in such a condition? Back in the room, I had thought it was yet another mirage of my mind. I had imagined Innaya for so many times in the past two months that I had long forgotten the difference between reality and illusion. I had apologized to her, just as I have been doing lately. Somewhere, I was aware that there was no point in lamenting about my misfortune for, I was the one to bring it upon myself.