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

After the eventful morning, Arjun suddenly turned silent— very silent. Some sort of weird tension radiated through Arjun's body, and the walk felt as if we were walking towards battleground.

'Seriously? Battleground, Innaya?'

I mentally berated myself for thinking something like this. One thing I knew for sure was, Arjun would never hurt me. Therefore, I just let him lead me. At the back of my mind, I was worried about Fortune. I did not get Arjun's purpose of bringing his service dog to our house. Arjun did not bother to clear it either. Baffled, about his abrupt visit with Fortune, I could only wait for him to explain the matter/

We reached the study room, he gestured me to take a seat. I nodded as I sat on the chair. Arjun did not sit, he moved further in the room, towards Eshan's study table. The playful Arjun was gone, and the serious Arjun stood, leaning against the wooden desk.

I Am Going To Give You The Closure You Are Seeking.