Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The next afternoon baked Hyderabad in a relentless sun. Madhuri stood in the kitchen, a yellow saree dbangd over her curves, the blouse hugging her chest, her navel peeking out as she chopped onions for biryani. Her phone sat silent on the counter, no texts since last night's filth, and the absence gnawed at her, a restless ache she couldn't name.

She'd barely slept, his words looping in her head, her locked window a flimsy shield against the fantasies clawing free.

The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden, and she jolted, wiping her hands on her pallu as she opened it, Ishaan stood there, all charm and muscle in a black tee, his grin innocent but his eyes glinting.

"Namaste, aunty, Abhi said you're making biryani? Couldn't resist," he said, voice smooth as silk, stepping inside like he owned the place.

Madhuri smiled, tight-lipped, her pulse quickening, his presence felt too close, too real after last night's texts. "Haan, come in, Ishaan, Abhi's upstairs," she replied, turning back to the stove, her saree swishing against her hips.

He lingered, leaning against the counter, his gaze tracing her, her thick waist, the sway of her ass, and she felt it, a prickle on her skin. "Smells amazing already, aunty, you're a sorceress," he teased, his tone light but edged, testing her.

Abhi slipped downstairs then, unnoticed at first, his eyes flicking between them. Ishaan's text from earlier, "Let's push her today, bro, you know what to do", burned in his mind.

"Yeah, Ishaan's right, Maa, you should c-cook for us more," Abhi piped up, voice shaky, and Madhuri glanced at him, surprised.