Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan stayed an hour, filling the kitchen with chatter, praising her cooking, dropping flirty jabs she deflected with playful scolds.

"You're a trouble, Ishaan," she said as he headed for the door, her tone teasing, light.

"Only the good kind, aunty," he grinned back, stepping out slowly.

The door clicked shut, and Madhuri leaned against it, her breath uneven. Ishaan's energy lingered, bold, young, stirring her in ways she couldn't voice. It reminded her of the stalker, that same electric pull. 

Her alt buzzed in her mind, silent, ignored, and the ache grew, her fingers itching to break free.

She pulled out the old phone, and typed fast. "Still scared, stalker? I'm waiting." She sent it, her pride bending under a need she couldn't name, pulsing hot beneath her skin.

Ishaan on the way back saw the message pop up and smirked. 

He flipped to her main account, where she'd last snapped, "You know nothing about my life."

His fingers danced over the keys. "I know everything, dear, you're really gorgeous in blue today." Madhuri's main buzzed, and she scoffed, the sound sharp in the empty kitchen.

"How'd he know?" she wondered and quickly scanned her surroundings, looked outside the windows to find no one.

A secret smile tugged at her lips, buried fast under a scowl as she stared at the screen, window left opened, and she was caught between fury and a flicker of something darker, something alive.