Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The car started as Ishaan gripped the wheel. Abhi wanted to claim the front seat, forcing Madhuri to sit in the back, but she already made her place next to Ishaan.

The air was thick, charged with unspoken emotions. Ishaan tilted the rearview mirror, catching Madhuri’s gaze. She sat in her casual churidar, her vibrant mehendi glowing against her skin, her eyes locked on his.

A slow, teasing bite of her lip sent a spark through him, and she tilted her head playfully, a silent invitation.

Abhi caught the exchange in the mirror, his face flushing with shame and rage. His mother, flirting so openly with Ishaan, seemed to be slipping into something he couldn’t digest, from a devoted mom to his bully’s plaything.



Abhi : “Keep your eyes on the road and drive,” he snapped, his voice sharp.

Madhuri flinched, her smile faltering as she looked out the window, breaking the moment.

Ishaan chuckled, unfazed. 

Ishaan : “Relax, Abhi,” he said, his tone mocking. “Why don’t you head to the kids section at the mall and pick something out, while I take care of your mom on the ladies floor.” His words dripped with condescension, belittling Abhi further.

Abhi’s fists clenched, his anger simmering, but couldn’t say. Madhuri stifled a chuckle, her hand covering her mouth, though her eyes still glinted with amusement.

Within a few minutes, they pulled into the mall’s parking lot. As they entered, Abhi bolted toward the escalator. 

Abhi : “I’ll grab something quick,” he said, heading to the men’s floor. “Stop me if you can,” he muttered, determined to prove a point.

The sprawling complex was a chaotic symphony of weekend crowd and luxury, the cold air inside heavy with neroli fragrance.

Ishaan, with a sly grin, guided Madhuri toward the women’s apparel section, steering her to a corner where modern, revealing dresses screamed audacity.