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

'Time has the power of healing everything.'

I chuckled silently as I read that line. Personally, I never believed it- until now. I always believed, the wounds we carry fade away with time, but they do leave scars behind, and if probed further when they were raw they could turn infectious- emotional and physical both.

However, given the events of the past two weeks, I had started believing it. Who knew how much of emotional and soft-hearted Eshan Sighaniya would turn out? In his guilt and insecurity, he behaved the way he did. Didn't I behave the same?

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