Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri forced a soft smile. "Oh... that's lovely," she murmured, her voice trembling just a little. "Make the most of your holidays, boys." Her fingers twisted nervously in her saree's pallu, betraying her fragile calm.

"Sure Aunty, I'll make sure we won't waste a day." Ishaan replied, adjusting his watch, his voice casual but sharp, "By the way, where's Uncle? Thought I'd say hi" he looked at her suddenly with a charming smile catching her eyes staring at him with innocence and guilt.

She flinched, turning to the kitchen, "He... he's on a short work trip," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "He'll be back soon." The stalker's taunts slithered into her mind, dark, thrilling, and shameful, making her cheeks burn. 

"I-I'll... I'll go get some snacks," she mumbled, retreating with a flustered sway of her hips, desperate to escape Ishaan's piercing stare.

Ishaan sighed, "Oh.. guess I'm unlucky then.." loud enough for Madhuri to hear. He pulled out his phone, flashing a photo Abhi had sent him last week, Madhuri's vanity cupboard, with the rose inside.

"Go grab it," he muttered under his breath, smirking. "I'll keep her busy here, lighten her up a bit."

Abhi questioned "Did you really think she kept the rose till now? She threw it in the bin many days back."