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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

I’ll take my pants off as well-

WARNING: SLIGHTLY MATURE CONTENT 

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|Innaya|

Cooked for me? And, what was with the term 'daughter'? I barely knew my father-in-law. His face was blurred in my memories. I had barely exchanged words with him at my engagement, apart from taking his blessings. At our marriage, things happened in a rush. We had very little time to get accustomed to each other.

I had been at fault for not reaching out to my in-laws. How the past seven months went was a true mystery. One thing or another kept me occupied, but I should have made a little effort. I had never heard of any father-in-law cooking for his daughter-in-law who remained aloof to them. A wave of discomfort made me unsettled. Though the difference between us was vast, yet the elderly man took the initiative and put me above his son. 

The action of his truly moved me.