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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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Exactly what are you dreaming Kitten?

|Eshan|

Dragging my feet, I somehow ended up at the door of the bedroom. With a click, the door got unlocked, and I pushed the door. Innaya slept in the same position I had left her in. Her face showed frowning lines, and the blanket was kicked aside. Her weird sleeping habits were showing up, but if she kept on doing that, the recovery time of her ankle injury was going to be a lot longer.

That beautiful face of hers showed clear signs of exhaustion even after sleeping for more than four hours. Leaning against the doorframe, I crossed my arms across the chest. Arjun's explanation regarding the whole matter revolved in my head. Though I was angry, I could not help but feel grateful for Arjun's timely intervention.