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

Slightly Mature Content (16+): Please read it at your own risk.

"I'm sorry about my mother's behavior. She had her reasons," Eshan took out the medical kit from the cabinet below the sink, "which I do not approve of," he admitted without missing a beat.

I nodded silently. I did not approve of her actions as well. Whatever, reasons she might have had, hurting an animal, hurting another human being- it was so wrong. I could never bring myself to do so to someone else. How people managed that was beyond me. It was disgusting to even think of.

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