Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan’s eyes glinted as he leaned closer to Madhuri, his voice a low, seductive murmur. 

Ishaan : “That was a start, Aunty, but let’s get something… intimate for Uncle.” He paused, letting the word linger. 

Madhuri : “As in?” she asked, her voice soft.

Ishaan : “I’m talking about custom lingerie. He’ll love it.” His smirk was a challenge, and Madhuri’s breath hitched, her pretense of reluctance crumbling.

Madhuri : “I… don’t know,” she said, her voice trembling. “It’s a bit much, Ishaan.”

Ishaan : “Trust me, come on” he replied, guiding her toward a designer’s boutique tucked in a quiet corner of the mall. Abhi trailed behind, struggling with the heavy bags, his face a mix of frustration and suspicion.

They stepped into the boutique, its sleek walls adorned with silk and lace, the air thick with an intimate allure despite the humming AC. 

The designer, a wiry man in his thirties and an old acquaintance of Ishaan’s, greeted them with a sly, knowing grin. 

“May I help you, Sir?” he asked, his eyes briefly scanning Madhuri’s flushed face.

“Yeah,” Ishaan replied confidently, “I need custom lingerie for her.”

The designer nodded, unfazed, and handed Ishaan a design catalogue. “Sure, please take a look and customize while I get the tape.”

Ishaan took the catalogue with authority, flipping through its pages, his eyes lingering on each design as he glanced at Madhuri, picturing her in the delicate, revealing pieces.