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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

Mukta · Urbano
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266 Chs

Learning About the Truth (4)

|Innaya|

Soon the approaching footsteps were heard. The strides of Arjun were reluctant as if he was dragging his feet. His steps were measured, slow, and languid.

His hands held a white tray. 

Thud!

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

I counted those six glasses filled with green juice on the tray as he placed the tray on the coffee table. Well, he almost slammed it that caused glasses to shake, and some of the juice spilled.

My nose scrunched up at the disgusting smell and sight. 

"Be careful, you brat. Don't think you can get away if you spill the juice. Even if you were to throw this up, there is enough in the kitchen to make up for it," Eshan's father sternly said.

"What is it?" I could not help but ask at the fallen expression on the faces of three people. Eshan's father seemed to be enjoying the whole situation.