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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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She has brainwashed you very well

|Innaya|

I closed my eyes. I wished I could do the same to my ears. Her venomous words and poisonous stare made it hard for me. If not for Eshan's hold, I did not know how to hold myself together. Why was it happening to me? I did not do any wrong, then why things always went bad in my life?

Tears rolled down from my eyes, drenching my face. I truly wished for everything to end.

Suddenly, his hold around my waist slackened, and the next moment he pushed me on the chair beside him. Stunned, it took me some time to figure out that he had left me. Clenching my dress tightly in my fists, I hoped that it was nothing but a nightmare.

"Who are you?" Eshan asked. His tone had changed to one of that disbelief. Lifting my head, I saw he was looking at his mother as if she was some stranger.