Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Wednesday morning broke late, the holiday hush letting her sleep past dawn.

Madhuri woke up groggy, her body craving a reset. "A deep cleanse... that's what I need," she murmured, locking her bedroom door with a soft click.

She peeled off her nightie and inners, letting them pool on the floor, and wrapped a towel around her curves, her skin prickling in the cool air.

She padded to the attached bathroom, leaving its door unlocked, careless, trusting, and stepped into the shower. Hot water cascaded over her, steam rising, the hum of an old melody slipping from her lips as she lathered soap over her skin.

Outside, Abhi pressed his ear to the bedroom door, the muffled rush of water and her faint melody seeping through.



His palms sweated, pulse hammering as he texted Ishaan: "She's in the shower now."

Ishaan's reply buzzed fast: "Stick to the plan. No distractions, or I'll make you regret it." The threat sank into Abhi's gut, Ishaan's shadow looming even from miles away.

He fished the spare key from his pocket, hands trembling as he slid it into the lock. He swallowed, unlocked the door with a faint click, and slipped inside. The room was cool, scented with her presence, jasmine and soap.