Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The next afternoon, Abhi trudged out of the high college courtyard, backpack dragging his shoulders down. He'd barely slept, his mom's silence last night screamed louder than words.

Ishaan leaned against the gate, sweat glistening on his bare arms. His grin was sharp, predatory. 

"Hey knucklehead, where are you running off to?" he called, voice carrying over the chatter of dispersing students.

Abhi froze, clutching his straps. "To the hospital, I got an appointment," he mumbled, but Ishaan stepped closer, towering over him. 

"Not today. We're taking a detour to your place." 

Abhi's stomach flipped. "No, she'll be at work," he lied, and Ishaan's eyes narrowed, catching it.

"Bullshit. I saw her car parked when I passed by earlier. Come on, don't be a twat" He clapped Abhi on the back, steering him toward the road.

Abhi stumbled along and they reached the gate just as Madhuri's car pulled up, she'd gone shopping, a rare break. 

She stepped out, a coral saree catching the sun, her hair loose and wild from the wind.

Abhi's breath hitched, but Ishaan whistled low, nudging him. "Jackpot"

Madhuri spotted them, waving with a tired smile. "Oh hey, Ishaan! What's this surprise visit?"

Ishaan flashed his charm, striding over. 

"Couldn't stay away, aunty. Your treat's still on my mind," His voice was honey, but his eyes raked her saree, lingering on the way it clung to her chest.

Madhuri laughed, brushing her hair back. 

"Enough, you'll make me cook all day!" 

She didn't see the hunger in his stare, but Abhi did, his fists clenching as Ishaan leaned closer, offering to carry her bag.

"Here, let me help," Ishaan said, taking it before she could protest, his fingers brushing hers.

Madhuri blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing her face, but she nodded, leading them inside.

Abhi trailed behind, the air thick with something he couldn't name, fear, anger, a shameful spark he buried deep.

Ishaan dropped the bag on the table, sprawling on the sofa like he owned it, and Madhuri disappeared to the kitchen, promising snacks.

"You saw that?" Ishaan whispered, smirking. "She's into me. That touch, she felt it."

Abhi glared, his voice a hiss. "She's just being nice!" He didn't see it, but the glint in Ishaan's eyes said trouble.