Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The next morning, TV in the living room hummed with a cricket commentary. Dressed in a casual chudidhar, Madhuri, sat on the sofa, gazing at her mehendi, its bold maroon design captivating, her mind still reeling from last night's magic at the vanity.

Her desire for Ishaan burned, a forbidden flame warring with the guilt that gnawed at her. Ramesh, sat across, engrossed in cricket highlights.

Madhuri : “Ramesh,” she said, forcing a smile, “Nisha's wedding is coming. I’m thinking of shopping today. Maybe a saree.”

Before Ramesh could respond, Ishaan strode in from Abhi's room, his red checked shirt and jeans exuding a dangerous charm. 

Ishaan : “Saree would be perfect, Aunty, not for your cousin’s marriage," he said, his voice sudden and teasing, “But to spice up your own," he said low, flashing a wink at Ramesh. 

Ishaan : "I'm talking about a little gift for Uncle tonight." His gaze held hers, stirring a rush of yearning, "She said, the outfit didn't fit her well the last time, let me take aunty with me, I'll get her ready for a show.”

Ramesh : “Great idea, my boy! Spoil her a bit,” he said, clapping Ishaan on the shoulder grinning broadly, oblivious to the undercurrents. 

Leaning closer, his voice dropped to a whisper. 

Ramesh : “Listen, Ishaan, the bedroom’s gone cold again. I couldn’t even, you know.. rise to the occasion last few nights. Here.. take my card and keys. I need you to save me from these bedtime embarrassments.”

Ishaan’s eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and assurance. 

Ishaan : “Don’t worry, Uncle,” he replied smoothly, his tone low and confident. “Just lay off the booze this time and leave the rest to me.”

Ramesh sighed and winked at Madhuri, his trust a sharp pang in her chest. 

Abhi overheard this from his room and quickly entered the living room in an attempt to stop Ishaan's plans from brewing further.

Abhi : “Did I hear shopping?” he asked looking at Ishaan with a huffy face and Ishaan smirked.

Ramesh : “Yeah Abhi, mom needs a few clothes and accessories for Aunt Nisha's wedding. Go on, love. Ishaan has a great taste. I'll wait to see you tonight,” Her guilt deepened, but her body trembled with anticipation as she nodded.

Feeling a dark unease, Abhi turned to his father. 

Abhi : “Dad, we both could use some new clothes too. Why don’t you come along? ”

Ramesh, still smiling obliviously, waved a hand dismissively. 

Ramesh : “Sorry, son, I’m tied up today. Got an appointment with my executive this afternoon, can’t miss it.” He glanced at Abhi, then at Ishaan, nodding encouragingly. “You go along with them. It’ll be good for you to join your mom and your friend.”

With a reluctant nod, Abhi followed his mother and Ishaan as they headed out, the air thick with unspoken tension.