Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Morning came quick.

Madhuri dressed sharp, at breakfast, Abhi's voice broke the silence, small and forced. 

"Maa, umm... What do you think about Ishaan?" he asked, in a desperate attempt to clear his doubts.

She paused, spoon halfway to her mouth, her eyes narrowing. 

"Ishaan? He's sweet. Why?" Her tone was casual, but her grip tightened, suspicion flickering.

Abhi shrugged, mumbling, "Just asking," and bolted, leaving her staring after him.

At work, her colleagues flirted again during a presentation, "Black suits you, Ma'am", but she brushed him off, distracted.

The petal, Ishaan, Abhi's question, colleagues taunts, they all swirled a storm she couldn't outrun. All of a sudden in the middle of her presentation, she stood still, eyes open and sharp, as if she'd just pieced together a mysterious, tangled puzzle.

She quickly got back home as soon as the meeting was done.

She rushed to her bedroom, locked it, grabbed her phone, scrolling to DevilzMask, blocked weeks ago. Her thumb hovered, heart pounding. "Was it him? The stalker?"

She didn't know, but the itch was unbearable.

She unblocked the account, typing fast: "Who are you? Stop this, or I'll find you out" She held her breath and hit send.

Across town, Ishaan's phone pinged and his grin split wide. "Game fuckin' on," he muttered, typing back from DevilzMask: "You're already looking, Madhuri. Keep me close, I'll show you more."