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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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Stranger Woman... (1)

|Innaya|

I woke up to the sound of the mobile ringing. I blindly searched around for my mobile, trying hard to open my sleepy eyes. My hand found the ringing device, which I brought to my ear and answered without seeing the caller id.

I was amazed at how peacefully I slept without waking up because of the pain in my stomach. Strangely the cramps were reduced and I felt free to move around. My legs weren't aching much that I'd to stay in bed.

"Where are you Mister? I am waiting here from half an hour; you said you would be here even before me, then where are you? I sacrificed my dear sleep for you. Be grateful and get your pretty-"

My sleep instantly flew away as the unfamiliar female voice spoke rapidly from other side. All the thoughts about how good I was feeling instantly turned gloomy. I brought mobile in front of my eyes, only to realize that I was holding Eshan's mobile.

"Hello-"

The line was disconnected even before I could say anything. I stared suspiciously at the blank screen of his mobile.

Why would she hang on me? Who was she?

"Sweetheart?" Eshan called from the bedroom door.

"Huh?" Confused I stared between him and his mobile.

"Some lady called, saying she is waiting for you," I informed him, forwarding his mobile.

For a second, I thought I saw look of panic on his face, but it went as fast as it came. "Okay, did you two talk?"

What type of question was that? How do I talking to that woman make a difference?

"No, she hanged up after listening to my voice. Who is she Eshan?" I frowned as I recalled her unusual behaviour.

"She is associate, we are having meeting today. She must be waiting in the office. Actually she is leaving tonight, so we had to reschedule the meeting today," Eshan answered. He was not meeting my eyes. His eyes kept flickering to the ground. I had a feeling that he was not telling me truth. However, the important question was, why would he lie?

He left the room with his mobile, maybe for calling her back.

Was Eshan that person I saw last weekend in front of flower shop with some woman? Whom was he meeting? Who was that woman with him? Was she the same person who was with Eshan when that hospital incident happened? The friend that doctor referred.

Eshan.

He was the main person because of whom, everything seemed so hard. He made it hard. What was going on with him?

I was missing on something.

The important question was, what it was?