Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri stepped into Abhi's room, her bare skin prickling beneath the saree as she waved him back. "Wait outside by the door, okay? Let me handle this," she said, her voice firm but shaky, desperate to keep him at a distance.

The room was a mess, books strewn across the floor, bedsheets crumpled in a heap. She clicked her tongue, scanning for the spider. "Abhi, you need to clean this place properly, it's a jungle in here."

She bent low, brushing aside a pile of clothes, when her fingers grazed a notebook tucked under the bed. Curiosity tugged at her; she flipped it open.

There, in his messy scrawl: Mom with a little heart doodled beside it. Her breath caught, a soft warmth blooming in her chest. "Aww, Abhi," she murmured, a smile tugging at her lips. "You're such a sweet boy." She started to turn the pages, her heart swelling with his quiet affection.

Abhi, hovering near the door, caught her words, and the notebook in her hands. His stomach lurched. "Oh no," he hissed under his breath. Those pages held more, sketches, secrets, things she shouldn't see. "Maa, look!" he blurted, pointing wildly. "There's a cobweb, up by the AC!"

She paused, glancing over her shoulder, the notebook still in hand. "Where?" she asked, setting it down half-open, her focus shifting.

Abhi's pulse hammered; he'd dodged a bullet, but only just. She stepped toward the AC, squinting up at the faint web dangling high above. "It's too high," she muttered, brushing her hands on her saree.

"Here, use this," Abhi said quick, dragging a ladder over. "Step up, I'll hold it." He shoved it into place, his voice tight with urgency.

Madhuri hesitated, eyeing him. "No, you go back, it's a spider, you'll freak out. I'll manage." She waved him off, her tone softening despite her nerves.