Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaaan : “Aunty,” he drawled, stepping inside, the smirk growing as he set the bag down. “Don’t worry about Uncle. We had a little chat.” He patted the bag, his eyes never leaving hers. “He handed me this camera and some… responsibilities.”

Madhuri : “Camera? What for?” her brow furrowed, confusion settling in. 

Ishaan’s smirk widened, a sly edge to it. 

Ishaan : “Since he’s leaving and won’t see you for a week, I suggested a photoshoot with you. You know, so he can see what he’s missing across oceans.” his tone dipped.

Ishaan : “He loved the idea and thanked me. Even asked me to handle it myself, saying I’m trustworthy.” He paused, his gaze lingering. “Look at your phone.”

Madhuri’s mouth went dry. She grabbed her phone from the coffee table, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened Ramesh’s long unread message. Her eyes scanned the long text: "Hey dear, sorry for the unexpected trip. All my emails were suddenly archived, and I missed the heads-up about it. My boss mentioned it this afternoon after you guys left. I could’ve canceled if I’d seen it sooner, but it’s too late now. Don’t worry, I told Ishaan about a photoshoot. Please cooperate with him for my sake. He’s a good kid, do what he says. Let’s exchange pics for now. I’ll be back soon. Bye, my love."

Her heart sank, she knew Ishaan’s fingerprints were all over this. She typed a quick reply, her fingers moving instinctively: "Anything for you, honey. I’ll miss you. Take care."

Hitting send, she looked up at Ishaan, his grin now unmistakably predatory.

Abhi perked up, “I can take the photos!” he said, grabbing his phone. “I’m good with angles, Mom, you know that.” eager to steal the chance.

Ishaan’s smile sharpened, his gaze flicking to Abhi with a dismissive edge. “No offense, snowflake, but uncle likes it all professional. I need control of the frame and you’d just get in the way.” His tone was cold, final, cutting through Abhi’s enthusiasm like a blade.