Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Abhi’s face fell, his jaw tightening. “Fine,” he snapped, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Do whatever.” He stormed toward his loom, closed the door with a thud and hopped on his bed staring at the ceiling, leaving Madhuri’s guilt to twist tighter. 



She wanted to call after him, to soothe his hurt, but Ishaan’s presence anchored her in place.

Ishaan : “Don’t worry about him, aunty” he said, stepping closer, his voice low, almost a whisper. “He’ll get over it. Let’s focus on you.” His fingers brushed her arm as he handed her the shopping bags, the touch deliberate, electric. 

Ishaan : “Go and change. I’ll set up in your bedroom.”

Madhuri’s heart pounded, her body aching with a mix of shame and desire. “Ishaan, I-I don't think this is right,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

He tilted his head, his eyes locked on hers, bold and unyielding. 

Ishaan : “Don't you see how desperate uncle is? Do it for him aunty. Why fight it?” 

Madhuri forced a small, uneven smile, masking the flutter of excitement and unease in her chest. 

Madhuri : “Umm, okay,” she said, her voice light but laced with suspicion. “But, I need to freshen up first.”

Ishaan’s eyes gleamed, catching the playful edge in her tone. 

Ishaan : “I know. You were sweating buckets at the boutique even in the AC. Take your time, Aunty,” he said, leaning casually on the sofa, his fingers brushing the strap of the camera bag. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Her legs moved before her mind could catch up, carrying her upstairs. The bag felt heavy in her hands, her thoughts a tangle of maternal guilt, loyalty to Ramesh, and the reckless thrill of Ishaan’s gaze.