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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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266 Chs

Learning about the truth (1)

|Innaya|

The heart thudding loudly under my ear had already proven the truth behind Eshan's words. His faltering voice lodged straight deep in my heart, reminding me of the reason why I chose to stay quiet in the first place. Just like him, I was also afraid of losing him.

The face of the man standing so close to me held no expressions. However, the tears glistening in his eyes had my heart breaking in millions of pieces all over again. The unfamiliarity I had felt previously from him evaporated instantly, leaving behind the clearer conscious. 

"Hey!" I reached out, cupping his face. Our roles switched faster than the light today. One moment he was comforting me, and in the next moment, I was the one consoling him. 

Eshan blinked, pushing back his tears as he tilted his head back. I felt his face slightly snuggling in my palm before he held it and brought it down from his face.