24-09-2025, 08:51 PM
Ishaan grabbed Abhi's collar, yanking him closer to the couch where Madhuri sat, mortified. "Sit," Ishaan ordered, pointing to a chair across from them. "And watch."
Madhuri's breath hitched, her hands clutching the pillows tighter. "Ishaan, no," she whispered, her voice cracking. "This is... I can't do this with him here. It's wrong."
Ishaan grinned, leaning closer to her. "Oh, come on, Madhuri. You can if he agrees to it, right?" He turned to Abhi, his tone sharp. "What do you say, duffer? Should I spill your secret?"
Abhi's heart thundered, his mind racing. He knew what Ishaan was threatening to reveal, the nights he'd lingered outside the door, listening, watching through the curtains, too ashamed to admit what it did to him. "No," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I'm sorry, I'll... I'll watch."
Madhuri's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "Abhi, what?" she whispered, her voice laced with disbelief. She looked at him, her son, sitting there with fear in his eyes, and her heart sank. "Poor kid," she thought. "He's being blackmailed."
But another thought gnawed at her, "What secret could he be hiding? And why do I always get interrupted when I was so close to losing myself in the moment?"
Ishaan chuckled, turning back to Madhuri. "Problem solved." He fixed Abhi with a stare. "You do exactly what I say, got it? Keep your eyes only on her. Don't look anywhere else, or I'll make sure she knows everything."
Abhi opened his mouth to protest, but Ishaan cut him off. "Shh. Silently watch me fuck your beautiful mom." He reached out, trying to snatch the pillow’s from Madhuri’s grasp and she snapped.
"Ishaan, wait," Madhuri whispered, her voice trembling with shame. "Where have I gotten myself stuck?" But a small, desperate part of her clung to the thought: "At least I know a way to erase their memories." But that was later. This was now.
Ishaan leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You really want to stop?" he murmured. "If you stop now, you stop forever."