Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

His reply came cool, taunting: "Don't worry, gorgeous, I left you something pretty. Wear it. You'll look divine."


She glared at the saree, fabric slightly transparent, blouse thin enough to hint at what lay beneath.

"Pervert," she muttered, but her eyes lingered, torn.

She rushed to a hidden drawer in the wardrobe, "Thank G0d," a few bras and panties remained.

Relief washed over her, shaky and brief. She could've asked a neighbor for clothes, aired her shame, but pride, or something darker, kept her silent.

Hesitant, she slipped on the bra and panties, then the saree, its translucence whispering against her skin. Up close, anyone could see the faint outline beneath if they looked hard enough.

She stared in the mirror, cheeks burning, vulnerable, exposed, yet oddly alive.

She grabbed her phone, texting her boss: "Need a few days off, family emergency." Then ordered clothes online, fingers trembling, cursing the wait, knowing she couldn't step out like this. Not yet.

Wednesday noon crept up slow and heavy, the house silent save for Madhuri's racing thoughts. She paced her locked room, the sheer saree clinging to her skin, its translucence a constant taunt.

Abhi would need lunch soon, she couldn't order out, not when she'd always prided herself on feeding him healthy, home-cooked meals. But stepping out like this? Her mind churned for solutions, dbang a shawl, borrow something, anything, but time slipped away, but couldn't find any. With a shaky breath, she unlocked the door, the latch clicking like a gunshot in her ears.