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!

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My Vulnerary Husband- our journey towards love

Once again, a deafening silence fell in the living room, making me aware of my quickened breathing. I could not believe what Arjun said, even though I knew he would not lie.

"Security? Why did you not tell me?" I asked, backing away from Eshan.

The new piece of knowledge was like a cold bucket of water dumped over my head. I struggled to make sense of the information. The kidnapping incident had happened very long ago, almost two months, and for two months, Eshan kept this away from me. I just could not make peace with it.

"Did not want to scare you," Eshan answered simply. His hand gripped my shoulder, pulling me back to his chest.

Broken Bond, and Grieving Heart