Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"Fucking bastard," she whispered, fury and disappointment crashing through her, her body aching with unspent need. She waited, trembling in the bushes, until the neighbor retreated, his muttering fading as he shuffled back to his house.


Madhuri stumbled to her feet, the night surreal, dreamlike, her legs shaky as she crept inside. Passing Abhi's room, she paused, heart pounding, and quietly opened the door. Abhi and Ishaan lay in their beds, sleeping soundly, their breaths even.

Relief flooded her, "He's not Ishaan. Thank G0d." But doubt lingered, a nagging itch. Her eyes fell on Ishaan's phone, glinting on the nightstand. One last check, she thought, guilt prickling as she grabbed it, her fingers trembling as she punched in the password she'd memorized.

Instagram loaded, his profile, clean, ordinary, nothing like the stalker's. She swiped to his DMs, her heart sinking at the unread messages from girls, a pang of betrayal she couldn't place.

“He's got game, but not the one I’m looking for,” she decided, locking the phone and slipping it back, unaware Ishaan had logged out of his stalker account before luring her into that twisted game.