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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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Let's just stop hurting each other...

|Eshan|

Mom turned around, and left the room while wiping her tears. I had never seen her cry. Growing up, I had never seen my mother losing control of her emotions. Handling the business with dad, she had always maintained her image of a tough, firm, and decisive businesswoman. 

It was only after Priyu was born that she chose to stay at home for us. Even then, she had always been a strong woman in my memory. Looking at her being emotional for Innaya, I did not know what to feel anymore. In the end, things started with her. Had she chosen a different way of dealing with the situation, we would not have been in this predicament.

"Is this how you have looked after her?" Dad asked angrily.

Withdrawing my gaze from the door, I lowered my head in guilt. It was the first time he was at my place, and he witnessed Innaya in such a condition. He was bound to get mad.