Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

She tiptoed down the stairs, bare feet silent on the cool wood, clutching the saree's pallu to shield herself. Voices hit her, Ishaan's loud, brash tone cutting through Abhi's quieter mumbles.

Her stomach lurched; "Is Ishaan here?" She froze mid-step, heart hammering, then darted toward the kitchen, hoping to slip by unnoticed. But Ishaan's head snapped up, catching her shadow like a hawk.

"Hey, aunty!" he called, voice warm but edged with something sly. "Looking sneaky today!"

Madhuri flinched, forcing a tight smile. "Hey, hey, Ishaan... Abhi, lunch'll be ready soon, just wait a bit," she stammered, tugging the saree tighter around her chest, her arms crossing to hide the faint outlines beneath. She hurried past, head down.

Ishaan grinned, leaning back. "That saree's a killer, aunty, fits you like it was made for you. Right, Abhi?" His eyes flicked to Abhi, who trembled, nodding fast, his gaze fixed on the floor, too scared to meet hers.

"Ya, yeah, Maa... its nice," Abhi muttered, his voice barely audible, fear and guilt twisting in his chest.

Ishaan stood, stretching lazily. "I'll help you in the kitchen, aunty, can't let you do all the work."

"No, no!" Madhuri stumbled over her words, panic flaring. "I'm fine, really, stay there!" She imagined him closer, his sharp eyes tracing the thin fabric, seeing too much, and her cheeks burned as she rushed into the kitchen, heart hammering.