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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 · 现代言情
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Does that mean we would spend a night together?

|Innaya|

While washing the utensils my thought reeled back to the Arjun. After listening to what Eshan said, my heart was not feeling at ease. No matter what, he was the first person beside Eshan to stick to me. When I was told that he could be in a problem, I could not stay still.

Though I wanted to probe Eshan further, I had to stop. He could have told me if he knew. Because he kept silent even after knowing, I realized he was most likely telling the truth. I decided to pray for him regularly.

My hand trembled considering the possibility of him being hurt. The plate in my hand almost fell, but at the exact moment, someone caught it.

My eyes followed the long arms to Eshan's smiling face. When did he enter the kitchen? Wasn't the attending the conference call in his study?

We had finished our dinner early after we returned from the garden. Eshan then went ahead with his work while I did the same. Who knew, Eshan would return so early.