Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

At 8:30, a figure stumbled into the lot, Abhi, wide-eyed, hair mussed, looking lost. "Mom?" he called, voice cracking, and Madhuri froze, spotting him through the haze.

"Abhi? Is that you?" she gasped, heels clicking as she rushed over, shawl slipping again.

"Shit!" Abhi muttered under his breath, catching a glimpse of her cleavage before forcing his gaze up to her eyes. "Ishaan and I caught a movie... and I.. I got lost heading back," he stumbled out, eyes flickering, following Ishaan's script to the letter.

She snatched his arm, grip firm. "You are 18 and don't know a damn thing, let's get home," she said, voice steady, but her mind raced: "Why here? Why now?" Suspicion gnawed at her, the pieces not quite fitting.

The stalker's absence gnawed, her volcano simmering, unspent. Abhi shifted awkwardly, his face flushing as a nervous edge crept into his voice. "Mom, what're you doing here?" he asked, eyes wide with embarrassment and a flicker of fear.

She tugged her shawl tighter, forcing a casual shrug. "Oh, the weekend team dinner at work ran late tonight. Don't worry about it. Let's just get home," she said smoothly, brushing off the truth with a practiced smile, though her heart thudded against her ribs.

Madhuri scanned the lot one last time, her chest heaving, "He cheated again," she murmured under her breath, relief tangling with disappointment, though her skin still prickled with the ghost of his touch.

She grabbed Abhi's arm, hurrying him toward the bus stop before that creep could slink back into view, especially not in front of her son.