Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri froze, stunned, and scrambled for the sheets, clutching them to cover herself. Her mind reeled, he was leaving her like this, exposed and wanting. She couldn’t speak, her throat tight with shock and shame.

As Ishaan slipped back into his clothes, his tone was infuriatingly casual. “Uncle’s so lucky to have you. No wonder he’s such a happy man.” He dismantled the lights, his movements brisk. “You must be extremely tired by now. Get some rest, Aunty. See you tomorrow. Good night.” he said, winking back. The door clicked shut behind him.

Madhuri collapsed onto the pillow, her embarrassment a heavy weight she couldn’t share. She was left burning, like a pawn in his cruel game. 

Madhuri : "What happened to him?" she thought, her shame crashing over her like a wave. Sinking beneath the sheets, she felt desperate, unquenched, hollow.

Guilt gnawed at her for dismissing her stalker, the one she’d ignored in favor of Ishaan’s charm.

She grabbed her phone, typing a quick message: "Hey devil, uhm.. sorry for ignoring you." No reply. 

Minutes passed, and her fingers moved again, spilling the truth: "Ok listen, I was drawn to Ishaan. I didn’t know he too was playing me. I had no choice but to play along, but he left me shattered, just like you. Why are guys so evil?" Still nothing.

Minutes passed, her desperation peaked, and she sent one final text, raw and honest: "I admit it, I don’t want to be the one to make the first move. I hate looking desperate, even though I am. Please, do something."

Silence. No response came. Her shame swallowed her whole, and, exhausted, she drifted into a restless sleep, her thirst unquenched, her body still aching for something more.

(End of Chapter)