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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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Stop Me If You Want

|Innaya|

Perhaps, my mind could not forget about the recent events in my life. All I could see in my dreams were faces of people. The faces which were not clear but something about them felt awfully familiar. Then I saw myself tied on that chair. I knew it was no dream but the reality of a few hours ago. Then the scene in my dream shifted to that of the violent beating Karan imparted on Mark. I flinched as I thought of how powerfully he kicked Mark. Everything again went blank. This time what I saw behind my closed eyelids was the scene of Karan struggling and begging me to not go.

It was that moment when my eyes flew open. Dazed, I looked around. My eyes failed to register my surroundings.

Where was I? My pillow felt different and my body was aching. I blinked a couple of times to chase sleep out of my eyes.