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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

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Did he threaten you?

|Eshan|

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(Flashback)

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"Are you alright?" I fired the first question when Innaya answered the call. The whole night I had kept trying in vain for her to answer. It was only in the afternoon of the second day that she had decided to put end to my misery.

Sound of her shallow breathing came through the microphone of the mobile. I closed my eyes as I let my head fall back on the chair in exhaustion and relief.

She was there.

She was finally there.

No matter if she was talking or not, the assurance her breathing sound brought was a great relief to my troubled heart.

We could always talk things through. I didn't want to sound interrogative on the phone, at least not at the moment I heard her voice.

"Yes," her raspy voice answered.