Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Sharma chewed the mint awkwardly, his eyes never leaving her. He pushed her onto the bed, fumbling with his shirt buttons and yanking off his pants. She slowly removed her gown and he quickly tugged her panties down, his movements rushed.

“Slow down,” Madhuri said, spreading her legs, her voice firm but sultry. “I want this to last all night.”

Sharma’s grin was almost feral. “Fuck! Guess I’m just born lucky,” he growled, climbing onto the bed. “I’ve watched you through that window for years, dreaming of this day.”

He crawled onto her, his semi-erect cock struggling to enter her. After a moment, he pushed inside, and Madhuri moaned softly, her body responding despite the clumsy start.

“Touch me,” she urged, guiding his hands to her breasts. He obliged, squeezing as he thrust, his words spilling out in a rush. “You have no idea how many men in the colony wanted you..” Her pride swelled, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. 

“I must be special,” he said, moving in and out. But his rhythm faltered, and within a minute, he groaned, finishing with a shudder and pulling out. Madhuri blinked, shocked at the brevity, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire.

Sharma collapsed beside her, panting. “Where’s the washroom?” he asked, his voice sheepish.

Madhuri wrapped the sheet around herself, her face tight with disappointment. “Over there,” she said, pointing.

As he shuffled out, she sat up, her mind racing. The night she’d craved had fizzled, leaving her emptier than before.

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Sharma emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp, a smug grin spreading across his face as he buttoned his shirt. “Thanks for the night, Madhuri,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

“Poor Ramesh. Off in the US while his wife’s having fun with me, haha. Bet he’d be gutted to know.”

Madhuri’s jaw tightened, but she forced a sultry smile, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Get back on the bed,” she said, her tone sharp but inviting. “Let's go for another round.”

The words felt foreign, a stark reminder of the line she was crossing, the word “slut” the stalker taunted her weeks back, echoing in her mind. She was changing, and the realization stung.

Sharma chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, I’m spent, Madhuri. One round’s my limit these days. Besides, my wife’ll get suspicious if I’m out too long.” He tugged on his pants, avoiding her gaze.

Anger flared in Madhuri’s chest, but she masked it with a tight smile. “Sure, I understand,” she said, her voice laced with ice.

She followed him to the main door, her bare feet silent on the floor. Sharma turned, his eyes raking over her in the nightgown. “I want to be back again,” he said, winking. “I know you'll wait for me.”

Madhuri’s smile didn’t waver. “You look parched,” she said, grabbing the glass of drink laced with the last of the potion. She’d poured only a quarter, expecting a longer night, but now it would serve to erase this mistake. “Have this drink.”

Sharma downed it in one gulp, his expression shifting to confusion, his eyes glazing over. “Wait… why am I here?” he mumbled, his voice convincing enough to fool her. He shuffled out, muttering, “Gotta get home.” 

Sharma had been coached by Ishaan, the night after the photoshoot, to play dumb after consuming anything with her, a plan to keep her off balance. A promise now fulfilled.

Madhuri shut the door, her hands trembling as she leaned against it, cursing herself. "What was I thinking, inviting him?"

She turned toward her bedroom, and sighed, her heart heavy with shame and unfulfilled desire. "This house feels so empty," she murmured, "and I can’t shake the feeling of being all alone."

Suddenly, the living room lights flickered and died, plunging the house into pitch black. Madhuri froze, her breath catching. A faint click echoed, and the lights snapped back on, revealing a man standing in the center of the room.

He covered his face with a wolf mask, its sharp angles glinting in the light. His eyes not matching with the stalker’s, yet someone she met before, locked onto hers.

Madhuri’s pulse raced, her voice a shaky whisper. “Who are you?”

She stumbled back, only to collide with another figure. Her breath hitched as she spun around, facing the stalker, this time. “Missed you, Madhuri,” he said, his voice low, intimate, sending a shiver down her spine.

She swallowed hard, her eyes darting between the two men as they closed in, bridging the gap. “What’s going on?” she demanded, her voice trembling but defiant. “Who is he? What do you want?”

The stalker chuckled, his hand brushing her arm, the touch electric. “You’ve been playing a dangerous game, haven’t you?”

The stalker’s devilish smile from his last text echoed in her mind, and she realized she made a big mistake.

(End of Chapter)

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[Givemeextra]

Any chance of doing it with maid [lesbo] or the usual suspects driver/watchman???

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I think lot of juices remained between Ishaan and Madhuri.... More of that Please

[Steel]

Chapter 12: The Reveal

The air in Madhuri’s living room was thick with tension. To her left stood the stalker, dressed in a rugged cargo shirt and jeans, the top buttons undone, while to her right was a vaguely familiar stranger, bit shorter than the stranger but daunting in his 3-piece suit.

Sandwiched between them, their bodies inches from hers, her silk nightgown suddenly felt too thin, too revealing. She tucked her arms protectively, eyes darting downward to their encroaching boots.

The man in the suit tilted his head, his voice a silken taunt muffled by the scarf. “You’re not as alone as you think, Madhuri. We’ve been watching… and waiting.”

Her breath hitched, but a treacherous thrill snaking through her shame. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied, her voice cracking like thin ice. “Get out of my house.”

She tried to slip between them, a desperate bid for escape, but their hands clamped onto her arms, firm and unyielding. Ishaan posing as the stalker, leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Oh, we’re not going anywhere, darling. And neither are you.. not when you’re this desperate.”

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They maneuvered her to the coffee table, bending her over its edge. Her knees hit the floor, her bust pressed against the wood as she struggled, hands pushing futilely against the surface.

The man in the suit swiftly yanked her arms back, the metallic click of handcuffs locking her wrists behind her.

“Wait! What are you, ugh!” she gasped, her words cut off as Ishaan’s boot pressed firmly against her back, pinning her down.

The humiliation stung, yet a secret part of her relished his dominance, a truth she buried beneath her outrage.

The man in the suit knelt, deftly tying her thighs to the table legs with coarse rope, spreading her legs vulnerably. When Ishaan finally lifted his foot, Madhuri didn’t move, she knew resistance was pointless, but her body hummed with conflicting impulses.

SPANK.

Ishaan’s hand cracked against her ass, drawing a sharp yelp. His fingers roamed over her nightgown, tracing her back, her thighs, her curves with deliberate slowness. “Tell me you’re not enjoying this,” he purred, his voice dripping with mockery.

“No… I don’t,” she spat, biting her lip to stifle any betraying sounds. But when he tugged her nightgown up, exposing her panties, her resolve wavered.

SPANK.

This time, the man in the suit delivered the blow, his hand heavier, more deliberate. “Ow! Let me go, you perverts!” she shouted, her voice trembling with anger and something else, something she refused to name.

The blaring sounds appeared to go unnoticed by Abhi, with Madhuri suspecting he had his headphones on sleeping in his room.

[Steel]

Ishaan’s hands spread her cheeks, his touch invasive yet electrifying, brushing against her most sensitive spots. A faint sensation stirred in her crotch, teetering on the edge. Her pale skin warmed, pink from the spanks.

SPANK.

“We all know who’s the real pervert here,” Ishaan taunted. “Did Sharma give you what you wanted, or did he leave you aching for more?”

SPANK.

Madhuri glared back at him, her face a mix of anger and frown mingling with a soft moan she couldn’t suppress. His words cut deep, mocking her recent disappointment.

“Oh, and congrats on your promotion,” Ishaan added, his laugh dark and cruel, his eyes gleaming with malice.

The man in the suit rummaged through a bag, and took out an egg vibrator out of it, handing it to Ishaan. Madhuri’s eyes widened. “What’s that?” She tried to twist around, but the man in the suit pushed her back down, and Ishaan slid her panties aside.

He rubbed the device against her faintly wet entrance, teasing her until, with a swift motion, he pushed it inside. Her body clenched around it, the wired remote dangling as he repositioned her panties, making sure she couldn't push out the egg.

"Ahhh...!" Madhuri groaned, feigning resistance as Ishaan flicked the vibrator on, its low hum sending shivers through her.

He glanced at his partner, who took out more items from the bag and moved to her face. Kneeling before her, the man in the suit brushed her dark hair from her eyes, tying it into a loose ponytail with a rubber band while Ishaan delivered another stinging spank.

When she saw the collar in his hand, Madhuri squirmed, her voice sharp. “Oww... Who.. Who even are you? Why do you have that?” Her bound limbs limited her to turning her face away, pressing her cheek against the table. Her body, though, whispered for her to surrender, to explore this new edge.

[Steel]

A sharp tug on her ponytail jerked her head up, pain flaring as her scalp bore her weight. “Ouch! What are you doing?”

The Stalker’s voice cut through, cold and commanding. “Didn’t you call me a coward? Let’s see how brave you are now.” He spanked her again, nodding to the man in the suit, who fastened the collar around her neck, its leather cool against her skin.

He lowered her head back to the table, locking the clasp with a soft click. “Let me go, please!” Madhuri cried, but the spreading wet patch on her panties told a different story. 

The vibrator pulsed inside her, amplifying her conflict, anger at their audacity, shame at her body’s squirming response, and a reckless hunger for more.

The stalker chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “So soon, Madhuri? Didn’t you tell Mr. Sharma you wanted it to last all night? Give us a chance to show you what you’ve been craving.”

Madhuri's heart felt a hit, "Why am I liking this?" her mind spinning, "Glad Ishaan isn't here. Else, he wouldn't have let this happen to me." she thought, consumed with wicked pleasure. 

Before she could respond, the man in the suit, his tattooed arms barely concealed, attached a chain to the ring on her collar. With a swift motion, he clamped the free end to the table’s bottom frame. Madhuri’s breasts pressed harder against the surface, her upper torso’s weight pulling at the collar.

“Let’s go,” Ishaan said, signaling the other guy. Madhuri’s eyes darted between them, panic rising as Ishaan headed toward the stairs and the man in the suit moved toward Abhi’s bedroom, a coil of rope dangling from his hand.

“Wait! ahh... sigh... Where are you going?!” Madhuri’s voice broke as the vibrator hummed inside her, its slow pulse igniting a shameful heat she couldn’t ignore.

“Please! Don’t leave me… like this!” she begged, but her words fell on deaf ears.

[Steel]

Ishaan disappeared up the stairs into her bedroom, and the man in the suit kicked open Abhi’s door with a thud. A sharp, frightened yelp from Abhi pierced the air, and Madhuri’s heart lurched.

She squeezed her eyes shut, praying nothing would happen to her son, clinging to the faint hope of the three-fourth glass of memory-erasing potion she’d saved earlier. “Glad I saved it”, she thought, but the vibrator’s buzz pulled her back to her body, and she bit her lip, her mind traitorously conjuring images of the stalker's cock.

Minutes dragged like hours until the man in the suit emerged, dragging Abhi into the living room. Her son’s hands were bound behind him, his mouth gagged with a strip of cloth, his wide eyes playing the victim but flickering with something else.

He saw his mom, her nightgown hiked up, her body squirming involuntarily from the vibrator’s torment. She caught his gaze and forced her voice to steady. “Abhi, close your eyes, sweetheart. Don’t worry, everything will be alright,” she said, her words a fragile shield against the reality unfolding before him.

“Let me go, you sick fuckers!” she shouted, her voice thick with feigned outrage, though her body’s betrayal was undeniable. The damp spot on her panties grew, the vibrator’s hum a relentless assault on her resolve.

The man in the suit dragged Abhi behind her, showing her ass. “You can scream all you want,” he said, his voice soft yet laced with menace, “but your body’s telling us everything we need to know.”

[Steel]

Ishaan descended the stairs, his presence filling the room like a storm. He stepped toward Abhi, patting his shoulder with mock camaraderie.

“Look at her, kid,” he said, his voice a low growl. Then he turned to Madhuri, his eyes boring into her as she turned back squealing. “Your beautiful mom! She'd always been running from this, but I saw her, the real woman in her.”

He leaned in close, his scarf tight, dropping to one knee, and said, "The question is, how much longer can she pretend?”

With a press of the remote, he increased the vibrator’s intensity. Madhuri’s body let out a moan, her back curving as her hips lifted, fingers and toes clenching tightly.

“Please! Ahhh... Turn it off!” she pleaded, her voice cracking as the vibrations overwhelmed her senses.

“Just a little longer,” Ishaan teased, sauntering toward the kitchen.

“No! Please, turn it off! Take it out!” she begged, her desperation peaking as he twisted the dial again from the kitchen, pushing the intensity to a merciless high.

“P-P-Please!” Madhuri’s cry dissolved into a shuddering gasp as her body succumbed, her legs quivering as an orgasm ripped through her. Her vision blurred, her panting breaths loud in the silence that followed.

Ishaan switched off the vibrator and emerged from the kitchen, holding the glass of potion she’d pinned her hopes on. He stood before her, his smirk vicious. “Thirsty?” he taunted, tilting the glass.

Before she could react, he poured the liquid onto the floor, the mat soaking it up like her fading resolve. “Oops,” he said, his voice dripping with false regret. “Looks like no more ‘drinks’ left for you.”

Madhuri’s eyes widened, shock pulsing through her. The last chance to erase this night from Abhi’s memory was gone, spilled into the fibers of the rug. She glanced at her son, his bound form trembling, his eyes no longer innocent but heavy with the weight of what he’d witnessed.

She knew he’d never forget this, her shame, her surrender, her secret desires laid bare. Her mind raced, clinging to one final strategy: she had to act the victim, to convince Abhi she was forced into this, to salvage what little of their bond remained.

[Steel]

Ishaan crouched before her, his scarf slipping slightly to reveal the edge of a familiar jawline. “You’re out of tricks, Mrs. Velvet,” he whispered, his breath warm against her flushed cheek.

Madhuri’s lips parted, but no words came. The collar tightened with her every breath, the ropes chafed her skin, and Abhi’s muffled whimpers echoed in her ears.

Madhuri’s scream was cut short as Ishaan swiftly fastened a silicone ball gag over her mouth, the rubber pressing against her lips. Her eyes widened, a mix of panic and reluctant arousal flickering in their depths. He unclamped the chain from the table, leaving her legs unbound but her handcuffs intact. 

He then gripped the chain attached to her collar and yanked her to her feet.

Madhuri wobbled, her legs unsteady from the ordeal. The vibrator left silent inside her, as he dragged her by the chain toward the stairs, leading her to her bedroom.

The man in the suit shoved Abhi behind her, his hands still bound, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. Madhuri’s heart twisted as she climbed the stairs, her red, spanked ass cheeks jiggling with each step, fully aware of Abhi’s gaze.

They entered the spacious bedroom, floor spilled with rose petals, Madhuri spotted a projector setup at the ceiling casting a faint glow across a wall and a rose placed on the table next to the bed. The man in the suit pushed Abhi into a corner, locking the door with a heavy click. He shrugged off his jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his vest.

Removing the cloth from Abhi’s mouth, he leaned in, his voice cold. “There you go, kid. No one’ll hear you scream.” Abhi whimpered, his cries theatrical, as his hands were cuffed to a chair where he was forced to sit.

Ishaan shoved Madhuri onto the bed, his gaze flicking to Abhi with a smirk. “Unless they’ve got their ears pressed to the wall,” he said, his tone mocking. Abhi coughed, his voice trembling. “Please… ahem... don’t hurt my mom!”

Ishaan laughed, low and cruel. “Calm down, kid. Just sit back and enjoy the show.” He nodded to the man in the suit, who pulled a leather strip flogger from his bag and handed it to Ishaan.

[Steel]

Madhuri’s muffled protests softened, her mind racing. She clung to the hope that Abhi believed she was a victim, forced into this depravity. A few nights ago, she’d begged Ishaan to fuck her on the same bed, her desires laid bare, and now the stalker seemed intent on fulfilling her darkest fantasies. She submitted silently, her body yielding even as her mind wrestled with guilt in front of her son.

“Get on your knees,” Ishaan ordered, his voice sharp. Madhuri struggled, the mattress sinking beneath her as she obeyed. He gripped her chin, leaning close. “You’re gonna love this,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

He removed the handcuffs and ball gag, tossing them aside. Madhuri gasped, her hands instinctively covering herself, her chest heaving with relief and trepidation.

Ishaan’s eyes gleamed. “Now, stick out your tongue and pant like a dog.”

Madhuri hesitated, "W-What!?" her gaze flickering to Abhi.

The other guy, now shirtless too, revealing a tapestry of tattoos across his chest, raised another flogger, threatening a whip toward Abhi. “Wait!” Madhuri cried, her voice hoarse. She met Ishaan’s gaze, then slowly extended her tongue, panting softly, her breaths shallow and humiliated.

“More,” Ishaan demanded. “Tongue out further. And point your hands out like dog paws.”

Madhuri looked at Abhi’s trembling form, the guy stretched the flogger, his eyes evil, while Abhi sat silent, his fear palpable.

Steeling herself, she straightened her back, extended her tongue fully, and raised her hands, mimicking a dog’s stance. “Heh-heh-heh,” she panted, the sound degrading yet laced with a secret thrill. The humiliation of performing in front of her son clashed with the dark pleasure coursing through her.

“Now, that's what we call a true BITCH” the other guy laughed, showing to Abhi, pointing at her.

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To much force this way is not looking nice. Hope it becomes enjoyable as updates proceed.

[Steel]

wow.. simply wow

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To much force this way is not looking nice. Hope it becomes enjoyable as updates proceed.

The Reveal had to be a bit Dark in my pages. Hope you like the end to this chapter.

[Steel]

Ishaan flicked the vibrator’s remote, and a jolt shot through Madhuri. She gasped, losing balance, her hands falling to the mattress to catch herself. Ishaan tucked the chain on her collar, forcing her to grip it for stability. 

He pulled it taut, dragging her off the bed.

“Kneel,” he commanded. She sank to her knees, the carpet rough against her skin. Ishaan walked her on all fours around the room, the chain guiding her like a leash, the vibrator’s buzz echoing in the silence. 



Abhi watched, his eyes wide as Ishaan removed her gown, down to bra and panties, the sound of the device and grunts of his mom still a cruel underscore to the scene.

Ishaan stepped before her, his bulge inches from her face. Madhuri swallowed hard, her hand twitching toward his pants but pulling back, mindful of Abhi’s presence. “Go on,” Ishaan said, his voice low and taunting. “You know what to do.”

Madhuri glared at him, fury flashing in her eyes. “I won’t do it,” she spat, her voice trembling with defiance.

The man in the suit cracked the flogger against Abhi’s shoulder, drawing a sharp “Ow!” Ishaan twisted the vibrator’s dial, sending a surge of pleasure through Madhuri. “Ahh!” she moaned, the sound escaping before she could stop it, unsure if it was the vibrator or the whip that sparked it.

She caught herself, feigning concern for Abhi. “Wait, don’t hurt him!” she pleaded, her hands fumbling with Ishaan’s zipper. 

She pulled his pants down, freeing his thick cock from his trunks, and began stroking it, her movements mechanical, her eyes avoiding Abhi’s.

[Steel]

The chain on her collar dangled, a reminder of her captivity, as her eyes tracked the man in the suit approaching from behind. He stopped directly behind her, his presence a silent threat, and grabbed her panty near her waist, yanking them upward giving her a sharp wedgie.

“Ow!” Madhuri gasped, the fabric digging into her skin, pressing the vibrator deeper against her sensitive core. The sensation was overwhelming, forcing her to rise to her legs, her body bending forward as she struggled to maintain her grip on Ishaan’s cock. 

The man in the suit tugged her panties aside, his fingers brushing the wire of the egg vibrator.

With a slow, deliberate pull, he took it out, the device slick with her juices, sliding out smoothly. Madhuri’s breath hitched, her body clenching at the sudden emptiness.

Ishaan switched off the vibrator and nodded toward Abhi, who sat bound in the corner, his eyes wide but glinting with something unspoken. The guy strode over to him, holding the glistening egg. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and unyielding.

Madhuri’s heart sank. "Oh no," she thought, pitying Abhi, assuming his compliance stemmed from fear. She missed the curiosity flickering in his gaze, oblivious to his lack of resistance.

Abhi slowly parted his lips, and the guy placed the wet vibrator in his mouth, drawing it out slowly. Abhi’s lips closed around it, sucking every inch, his tongue flicking over his lips to clean them. 

The sight sent a jolt through Madhuri, dragging her back to the other night when she’d sat on his face, a twisted pleasure she’d buried deep. Her cheeks burned with shame, her hand faltering on Ishaan’s cock.

The man in the suit returned, his eyes fixed on her exposed pussy, the glistening hole an open invitation. The sound of his zipper cut through the silence, and Madhuri’s eyes widened. “Wait, what are you, AAAH!” Her protest dissolved into a cry as he thrust his cock into her, though not as big as the Stalker's, he entered in with a forceful stroke.

Ishaan seized the moment, gripping her hair and guiding her mouth onto his dick. Her eyes fluttered shut, her moan morphing into wet, muffled “gwak-gwak” sounds as she rocked back and forth, pleasuring both in a rhythm that consumed her.

[Steel]

Abhi’s voice broke through, his cries theatrical. “Please, let her go! Take all the gold, the money, anything! Just leave her alone!”

Ishaan chuckled behind his scarf, the sound dark and amused. “Gold? Money? Kid, your mom’s the real treasure here.”

Madhuri’s chest swelled with a perverse pride at his words, even as she struggled to keep up with their relentless pace. The man in the suit punctuated his thrusts with sharp spanks to her ass, each one drawing a stifled yelp. 

Ishaan’s grip on her hair tightened, pushing his cock deeper into her throat, stealing her breath. Her lungs burned, her body caught in a storm of pain and pleasure, the chain on her collar swaying with every movement.

Abhi’s pleas grew desperate. “She’s innocent! My mom doesn’t know anything, please, let her go!”

Ishaan threw his head back, his laugh loud and mocking. “Oh, kid, if anyone’s innocent here, it’s you. You have no idea about your mommy, do you? The milf the whole colony’s dying to fuck, and she knows it.”

Madhuri’s eyes snapped to Abhi, her throat constricting around Ishaan’s cock. She shook her head frantically, choking out a muffled protest, her gaze pleading with her son to believe she was a victim.

But the truth in Ishaan’s words stung, exposing the desires she’d hidden even from herself. Her body betrayed her, responding to the brutal rhythm, her pussy clenching around the man in the suit’s cock, her lips tightening around Ishaan’s.

The other guy leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “You love this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice a taunt. “All that innocence you’re selling, we know it's just a mask.” Another spank landed, harder this time, and Madhuri’s moan vibrated against Ishaan’s cock, her resolve crumbling.

Ishaan pulled her hair, making her gasp for breath, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. “Look at these hungry eyes, kid. Tell me she doesn't want this.”

Her eyes glistened, tears of shame and defiance mingling. She couldn’t speak, but her body answered for her, rocking eagerly between them.

[Steel]

“My mom’s a pure woman! She doesn’t want any of this, stop forcing her!” Abhi pleaded, his hips adjusting to conceal the bulge straining against his shorts.

“Your baby boy trusts you so much, Madhuri,” he taunted, thrusting deeper into her mouth. He fished a remote from his pocket and clicked it, the projector whirring to life. A screen recording of his phone filled the wall, displaying a chat under the username ShyVelvet.

Madhuri’s heart lurched. She shoved against Ishaan’s thighs, desperate to break free, but the man in the suit seized her wrists, pinning them behind her back with one hand while delivering a stinging spank with the other.

“Watch this, kid,” Ishaan said, his voice dripping with malice. “Your mom’s not the saint she pretends to be.” Madhuri’s muffled protest, “Nngh-noh!”, was drowned out as he scrolled through the chats.

“This is your mom's alt account on Instagram, used to lust after men and cheat on your dad.” He lingered on a message which said, "Ignoring me won't win you anything, stalker. I'm here, talk or lose me." Ishaan sneered, “Look how needy she is.”

Abhi shook his head, his shock rehearsed. “Bullshit! That’s not my mom. She’d never do that. She loves my dad, she’d never cheat!”

Ishaan’s chuckle was low and mocking. He scrolled to an audio clip and hit play. "You're missing out my heat, handsome... come get it", Madhuri’s voice filled the room, sultry and pleading, begging the stalker to respond. Her face burned with humiliation, the sound a mirror to her hidden desires. Abhi’s jaw tightened, but he doubled down. “That’s not her. I know it.”