Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

She was sitting on the bed, her back to him, untying her hair. Ramesh snored, oblivious, as always. Madhuri's shoulders slumped, and she rubbed her neck, a low groan escaping her. It wasn't a sound of pain, more like exhaustion, laced with something else. 

Abhi’s heart pounded, his mind yelling at him to turn away, but his feet wouldn’t move. She slid under the covers, turning off the bed lamp, and in a few minutes, he forced himself to step forward with trembling legs and crept into the room, terrified of making a sound.

The spacious bedroom was dim, moonlight spilling through a window. He glanced around, an empty table by the door, a wardrobe tucked in the corner, its doors slightly ajar.

Heart racing, Abhi tiptoed to the wardrobe and peered inside, careful not to disturb his mother’s neatly folded sarees and clothes. 

His eyes caught a bra dangling from a hook on the top-left rack. Flushing, he averted his gaze, moving to shut the wardrobe, but froze when he spotted a thin book tucked beneath a saree. 

A strange thrill hit him as he lifted the soft fabric, hesitating, then pulled the book free.

Stepping toward the window for light, he saw it was a Debonair magazine, its cover featuring a provocative image of a woman.

His pulse hammered with dread. Keeping one ear on Ramesh’s steady snores, Abhi opened the magazine, revealing a hazy image of a shirtless man embracing a partially nude woman, kissing her neck from behind in the editorial.

His breath caught, heart lurching, and he snapped the magazine shut, hastily slipping it back under the saree. He retreated to his room, shaken.

Grabbing his phone, Abhi texted Ishaan: "There's nothing in the room. Now, please stop messing with me."

Ishaan’s reply buzzed: "Stop? We’re just warming up kiddo. I'm sure your mom's hiding something. Don't worry, we'll find out soon... Together.”

Abhi threw the phone across the room, curling into a ball on his bed. Regret clawed at him for stepping into that room.

“Warming up for what?” he thought, dread coiling in his gut.