Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri woke up the next morning and stood at her vanity, brushing her hair with furious strokes. She'd barely slept. 

She flung open her wardrobe, pondering her work outfit, when a mischievous impulse hit. Her gaze landed on a black chudidhar from her college days, its fabric now too snug for her fuller figure, accentuating every curve. 

She slipped into it, the top and leggings clinging tightly, ignoring her husband’s snores from the bed.

She sauntered back to the veranda, leaving the scarf behind, tea in hand, pretending to savor the morning breeze, secretly hoping his eyes were watching.

But no one was there, or so she thought, unaware of Abhi’s watchful habit who’s tracking every move behind her.

Minutes later, her phone vibrated: "Good morning, Madhuri. Trying to catch someone's eye? That chudidhar's hugging you so tight, makes me wanna take its place." 

She gasped, startled, muttering, "Is he some kind of a ghost?" but a sly smirk crept across her lips as she typed back, "You're a pig. I'll report you!"

Yet her body betrayed her, her nipples stiffening beneath the tight fabric. Switching to her alt account, she found only silence that stung.

During the office team meeting that late afternoon, Madhuri’s thoughts drifted to him, her gaze fixed on her alt phone’s screen. "Where’s your shame, Madhuri?" she whispered, chastising herself. It stung her pride worse than his flirts.

But her fingers moved, desperate, typing into ShyVelvet, "Ignoring me won't win you anything, stalker. I'm here, talk or lose me."

She sent it with shallow breath, a plea masked as a taunt. She waited, staring at the screen. Still no reply. The rejection burned, flipping her defiance into something hungrier.

She typed again, bolder this time. "Maybe I'll show you what you're missing, scared to see?" She hit send, heart pounding, a line crossed she couldn't uncross.