Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Before she could process it, another chime, Snapchat this time, from "Divya": "How do I look handsome?" with a snap attached. "Who's this now?" she muttered.



The boys' shouts drowned out her quickening breath as she stared, the messages stacking up, flirty, familiar, a parade of girls vying for his attention.

Her mind flashed to her own texts to the stalker, the same coy tone, the same game.

Suspicion coiled tighter, but she kept her face blank, watching the screen like a hawk.

More pings: "Hey cutie," from Priya, "Wanna ft?" from Leela.

"Girls these days," she thought, a flicker of disdain curling her lip, but it couldn't smother the itch of curiosity burning inside her. "Who was he to them? What's he hiding?"

Minutes later, the phone rang, loud and sudden, "Miss Sherley" flashing across the screen. She blinked, "Isn't that the dean?" imagining what trouble he'd stirred at college.

Ishaan paused the game, removed his headphones, grabbed the phone, and silenced the call with a flick. He unlocked it, her eyes traced the pattern, a quick zigzag, texted something, then slid it into his pocket, locking her out again.

She bit her lip, frustration simmering. The game resumed, Abhi oblivious, Ishaan's focus back on the screen, but she felt his presence like a weight.

She kept an eye on his pocket, waiting for his phone to slip, but the gripping gameplay soon dragged her in.