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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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|Eshan| 

"You foolish woman, when will you learn to take care of yourself?" I muttered, looking at the adorable face my wife made while sleeping. Standing up from the couch, I made my way to the bed. She even forgot to clean her face properly. 

I picked up the box of her wet wipes and took out one. I wiped all the dried up tear marks from her face slowly. 'Why do you like to torture yourself? Huh?' I caressed the side of her face. 

Shaking my head, I leaned down to kiss her smooth, soft hair. The tired woman fell asleep while thinking about god knows what in the sitting position. Perhaps it was because of medicine. Nevertheless, that was a good thing. She needed sleep to digest everything that happened today.