Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

That night after the dinner, Madhuri lay on her bed, the sheets cool against her skin, her mind a restless tangle. The phone beside her glowed faintly, no messages from the stalker, just Ramesh's morning text about his return in three days and a few chirpy notes from friends.

She sighed, tapping out quick replies, her fingers hovering over the stalker's chat. Empty. Silent. Then, a spark flickered, an idea, sharp and sudden. She locked the screen with a decisive click, the phone's glow fading to black. Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood up, her bare feet pressing into the cool floor.

The muffled shouts of Abhi and Ishaan drifted up from the living room. She slipped off the bed, smoothing her nightgown, and padded downstairs.

The boys' Gaming Night turned the living room into a frenzied combat zone, the PS5 alive with Call of Duty: Warzone action.

Abhi sprawled on the floor, controller in hand, yelling, "Die, bro!" while Ishaan lounged beside him, legs kicked out, smirking. "Aunty, you joining us? We need a cheerleader," he called, his voice teasing, those deep eyes flicking to her as she stepped in.

She forced a smile, settling onto the couch near Ishaan's side. "No... just gonna watch," she said, her tone light, but her gaze darted to his phone, resting face-down on the cushion beside her.

Her heart thudded as she edged closer, her fingers brushing the device. She flipped it silently, the screen dark, locked. A pinprick of disappointment stabbed her, she'd hoped for an easy crack, a glimpse into his world.

She shifted to leave, ready to retreat, but a sharp ding cut through the noise. The lock screen lit up: an Instagram notification from Shreya, "Miss you". Madhuri froze, sinking back, her eyes narrowing, "Must be his girlfriend."