Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri slipped into the bathroom, leaving the bedroom door slightly open. She knew Ishaan would follow.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Abhi lay sprawled on his bed in the dark, the lights off, his chest heavy with betrayal. His mother’s complicity stung, and he vowed silently to himself: "No more. I wouldn’t be part of his schemes, no more watching my mom taking orders from him."

Upstairs, Ishaan moved with purpose, removed his shirt, arms bare in a tank top, and stepped into Madhuri’s bedroom. He began setting up, pulling equipment from his leather bag and stuff from the storeroom, a tripod, softbox lights, a reflector.

His movements were deliberate, practiced, as if he’d planned every detail. 

Madhuri emerged from the bathroom, her damp hair clinging to her neck, a thick robe loosely tied around her. She caught his eye, and his smirk returned, sharp and knowing.

Ishaan : “Go Aunty, change behind those curtains,” Ishaan said, nodding toward the corner of the spacious room where her vanity shifted. “I’ll finish setting up.” He shifted her bed to one side, clearing space.

Madhuri grabbed the shopping bags, took out the first dress he'd chosen, her bare feet leaving faint wet prints on the hardwood floor as she crossed to the makeshift changing area.

Her pulse quickened, an unfamiliar excitement buzzing under her skin. Behind the curtain, she let the robe fall, drying herself, sliding her arms into the sleek, emerald slip dress, its fabric cool against her skin.