Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

After she is done with her bath, her phone buzzed again, DevilzMask: "You locked me out? Cute.. but I'll find a way in."

Her stomach lurched, but she swiped it away, refusing to engage. She yanked on a Grey tailored jumpsuit, black pumps, the fabric a shield against the chaos, and grabbed her bag. Work. Normalcy. She needed to drown this madness in routine.

Downstairs, Abhi slouched at the breakfast table, picking at a dosa, his eyes darting to her then away. He wanted to say hello but couldn't bring himself to, especially after yesterday's events.

Ishaan sprawled beside him, like he's part of the household, exuding casual charisma with a sly grin as he sipped his chai. "Morning, Auntie! Off to work this early? Join us for a cup of chai," he said lazily, his eyes lingering on her a bit too long. She paused midway, unsure of how to respond.

He flashed a playful, flirty grin and added, "Abhi mentioned yesterday that you were asking about me. Anything I can help with?"

She stiffened, fingers gripping her bag as they shook slightly, "Its nothing.. I've got a busy day ahead. Eat up, both of you." Her words were clipped, her eyes avoiding Ishaan's. She couldn't look at him, not with those dreams still festering, not with the suspicion clawing at her.