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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

The desires that wanted to let loose.

WARNING:: SLIGHTLY MATURE CONTENT 

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|Innaya|

The vanilla flavor ice-cream in my hand was melting. I pouted, I did not want it to go waste. Darting my tongue, I dragged it across the melted ice-cream on the cone. 

Weird! It did not taste sweet. Instead, it was tasteless, and neither was it cold. 

I frowned. Putting away my displeasure, I decided to take a big bite from the cone lest it melted. The ice-cream which was still in good shape would not taste bland, would it?

Again, weird… It tasted the same, and instead of a soft, melting texture, I was met with the hardness. Why would an ice-cream be hard instead of soft? This ice-cream was the weirdest- I had ever eaten. I lost my appetite for eating it. I spat it out of my mouth.

"Hmph… stupid ice-cream. I'll throw you in the dustbin," I muttered angrily. 

"Stup- mmph… mm… umph…"