Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri's phone buzzed, the reply a jolt, her heart raced reading it, a mix of fury and thrill she couldn't shake. He knew her name, her life, too much, and she'd cracked the door open. Her breath catches, eyes widening at his reply. Thrill dances down her spine, a forbidden shiver she hasn't felt in years.

She clutches her pants tighter, scolding herself, "This ain't right, get a grip girl, you're spiraling," but her fingers moved, driven by something deeper.

Her husband's face flashes in her mind, but her body hums with something alive. She couldn't use her real account to talk, too risky, too exposed. She wanted to play the stalker giving the taste of his own medicine.

She hasn't replied yet. Instead, she grabbed an old phone, opened Instagram, swiped to create a new profile, ShyVelvet, her hands trembling as she set it up. No display picture, no description, no hints, just a shadow.

She wants to turn the tables, taste the power he's been wielding over her. Her chest tightens as she creates that account, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling in her gut.

She's never done this, played the mystery, the tease. 

Her husband's snores echo from the bedroom, and guilt gnaws at her, but the thrill drowns it out.

She thought it through until night, finally resolving to act. She typed, slow and deliberate, her breath shallow: "You think you know me, Creep?" she hit send. She waited, the silence stretching.

Ishaan's brow arches, a jolt of surprise hitting him as he gets a notification from an unknown account named ShyVelvet. His fingers hover over the keys.

He was always the one in control, the charmer who makes girls blush, and this felt different. "Is it her?" Ishaan wonders as his heart kicks up a notch, intrigued.

Then it buzzed "Wait, Madhuri? Is that you?" A nervous laugh escapes her lips, quickly muffled by her hand.

"He's sharp, damn him," she mutters, her palms sweat, but she leans into the role texting, "Guess again stalker, I'm not who you think I am." She sent it, pulse pounding

Ishaan chuckles, leaning forward "I'm used to girls throwing themselves at me. But this? This is a puzzle. I love it," he thought, the chase ignited him.

"Oh, alright, mystery girl. Let's see... you're someone who's watched me too, huh?" His grin widens, eyes glinting with challenge.

A reply came from ShyVelvet: "Maybe, or maybe I'm just here to mess with you. Guess who would think like that?" His heart kicks up a notch, intrigued.

He typed and sent "Oh, I've had my share of admirers. One girl tried to push me in a pool, after I refused a kiss. Another punctured my tires when I refused to walk her home, all mushy. But you're different. Spill, who are you?" Her jaw drops, a flush creeping up her neck.

Her jealousy stings her sharp and sudden. He is the kind she has always avoided.