Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The office was a blur of files and meetings, but it couldn't silence the noise in her head. Every ping of her phone by the stalker made her flinch, expecting another taunt, each time.

By noon, she sat at her desk, staring blankly at a spreadsheet, Ramesh's text still unanswered. "Good to hear, Ramesh! I'm fine, just busy," she finally typed, a lie that felt like ash on her tongue. She hit send, then buried her face in her hands.

She had to end this, before the stalker, Ishaan, or her own warped desires dragged her any deeper. "But how can I?" The question gnawed at her as the day wore on, the locked window a fragile barricade against the storm she knew was coming.

The night dbangd Madhuri's home in a sticky, humid haze, the ceiling fan whirring uselessly above her locked bedroom door.

Her husband still oceans away, leaving her alone with her spiraling thoughts.

The terrace started brewing her, sheer saree fluttering against bare skin, no panties beneath, walking all the way out in the open, She hadn't meant for the thoughts to take root, but they'd bloomed anyway, dark and insistent.

She'd bolted her door ever since, double-checking the window, terrified the stalker could slip through shadows.

Yet, the fear twisted into something darker, filthy fantasies clawing at her mind.