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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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Cold Shower

|Innaya|

"Say something.". Eshan nipped at my tender earlobe, pressing his strong body on mine. 

'How can I say something when... You... You- Ah! I can not even form a proper sentence with your seductive ministration.' Feeling ticklish, I moved my head.

"Is there nothing you want to ask?" Eshan said, skimming his nose across the side of my face.

He changed from teasing my skin to kissing my lips. He would peck my lips and back away. He repeated it until I opened my eyes and looked at him in the eyes. 

"I'm giving you a chance to ask. After this night, we won't bring this topic up... ever, unless you want us to dwell in the past, missing out on our present. That would only lead to victory for those people. Do you understand?" He said, holding my gaze.