Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan pointed to a key with a tag: Bedroom Spare written upside down. "This idiot! The key, not the rose. Now go," he ordered.


Abhi's eyes widened, a jolt of shock freezing him. "W-what? That's my parents bedroom spare key.. Why..."

"Just do it," Ishaan hissed, handing him a fake key from his pocket. "Swap it quick. She won't notice." His grin was all teeth, daring Abhi to hesitate.

Abhi swallowed hard, nodding, his legs shaky as he slipped toward the stairs, "I screwed up, basically gave him the way in. How could I be so dumb and careless?" heart pounding with a mix of guilt and strange excitement.

Ishaan turned back to Madhuri, leaning closer as she fumbled with a plate of samosas.

Meanwhile Ishaan followed her, to the kitchen, casual, leaning against the doorway. "Need help, aunty? I'm good with my hands," he said, folding his arms, his biceps bulging, innocent, but loaded.

She turned and smiled, brittle, "Thanks Ishaan. I'm good, sit down," but her eyes lingered, as she fumbled with a plate of steamed momos.

Upstairs, Abhi pushed open his parents' bedroom door, the air thick with her scent, sandalwood and faint jasmine. His eyes darted over the bed, neatly made, the wardrobe half-open with Madhuri's sarees spilling out, a glimpse of her blouse hanging loose.