Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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Chapter 0: The Shadows

The mirror in Madhuri's bedroom was her silent companion. One quiet night, she stood before it, adjusting the folds of her saree, the silk clinging to her thick, curvy figure like a lover's touch. “Ugh, what a day,” she sighed, exhaustion lacing her voice.

At 5' 8", she towered over most women in her luxury Banjara Hills neighborhood. Her sharp, elegant nose flared slightly as she removed her delicate silver kundan necklace, placing it on the dresser. 

She set it on the dresser and shook her hair loose, the dark, glossy waves tumbling over her shoulders.

Her plump lips, juicy as petals, curving into a proud smile. She knew she was beautiful.

"Still got it, don’t you?" she murmured to her reflection, her eyes glinting with a mix of pride. Beauty was her armor against society’s whispers that demanded she be nothing more than just a devoted wife and mother.

Madhuri is a driven consultant at a multinational corporation. That morning, when a junior associate flirted over coffee, saying, “You make the office worth showing up for, ma’am,” she shot back, “Focus on the reports, not me,” her tone sharp but composed.

Her job was intense with strategy presentations, market research and endless hours, but she thrived the grind.

That night, she attended a dinner party with her husband, dbangd in an emerald-green saree that radiated elegance. Ramesh, her balding, weary husband and a senior IT professional, felt like an obligation.

Her 36D breasts pressed against her blouse, a sight that made her husband's colleagues stutter during the party. Every man who stared too long, every jealous glance from her friends' husbands, fueled her ego.

Yet, in the bedroom, Ramesh’s lackluster 4-inch efforts had long faded into a disappointment. She’d never been satisfied, but she convinced herself she didn’t need him to. Her allure was enough. Or so she told herself.

But the mirror in her bedroom saw it all, the flush on her cheeks, the hunger in her eyes. It knew the truth she couldn't admit. 

At 36, she was a volcano, waiting for the right spark to erupt. Across the city, a predator sharpened his claws. Madhuri thought she controlled her world, but she had no idea how wrong she was.