Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The clouds started to cluster in the sky that evening, a restless breeze swirling through the colony as Madhuri climbed the terrace stairs, her laundry basket heavy clothes drenched in color, too bulky for a dryer. Her body still tingling from Ishaan’s bold touch during the chaos.

Downstairs, Ramesh freshened up and changed to a clean kurta, engrossed in his newspaper.

Madhuri : “I’m never entering a crowd again,” she whispered to herself, stepping onto the terrace, craving a blaze only Ishaan could stoke.

Heavy footsteps echoed behind her, and it was Ishaan. Her heart pounded at his presence. He strolled up, drab shirt hanging loosely over his toned frame, jeans snug, carrying a mischievous grin on his lips.

Ishaan : “Need a hand, Aunty?” his voice low, sultry, curling around the word like a caress. “The basket looks heavy,” he leaned against the railing, his gaze lingering on her.

Madhuri’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around a damp blouse, and a flush crept up her neck. 

Madhuri : “I'll manage, thank you,” she said, her tone aiming for nonchalance but quivering at the edges.

She turned aside, hands gripping her hair tight, feigning focus on the laundry, but her body betrayed her, pulse racing, eyes rolling back at him, skin prickling under his stare.