Mukta

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.

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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 :)

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My Vulnerary Husband- our journey towards love

Eshan acknowledged my presence as soon as I entered our bedroom. He sat up on the bed and straightened himself. I sat beside him.

My smile grew wider as I held forward the bowl of Kheer in front of him.

"Can I?" I touched the spoon, seeking his permission to feed him, and he almost instantly agreed. I could see his twinkling eyes and realizing that he was happy, was enough to make my soul smile.

I blew some air to cool it down a bit as I filled a spoon and pushed it in his mouth and anticipated to hear it from him. I sincerely hoped that he would like it.

His lips curled in a smile. "I love it."

'God. He liked it. No - he loved it.' I could not tell him what and how much it meant to me. I just smiled a little more if that was even possible and continued feeding him.

He silently ate. I sought my happiness by watching him eating peacefully.

He had missed eating the food so much, his thin figure was the result of it.

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