Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The night settled over the house, heavy and quiet, as the aroma of dinner lingered in the dining room. Madhuri sat at the table, her phone buzzing with a video call from Ramesh. She plastered on a smile and answered, her heart thudding with the weight of the day’s secrets.

“Hey, love,” Ramesh’s voice crackled through the screen, his face pixelated but warm. “How’s everything going over there?”

Madhuri forced a light tone. “All good here. The boys are eating.” She tilted the phone, showing Abhi and Ishaan at the table, their plates piled with rice and curry. Abhi waved awkwardly. “Hi, Dad.”

Ishaan grinned, leaning into the frame. “Don’t worry about aunty, uncle. We’ve got her covered.”

Ramesh chuckled, his laugh tinny through the speaker. “I know I don’t have to worry with you around, Ishaan. You’re like family.”

Madhuri’s cheeks flushed, embarrassment mingling with relief. The potion had worked, Ishaan’s casual demeanor proved he didn’t remember the morning’s depravity. If he did, he’d have let something slip to Ramesh, she was sure of it. She ended the call with a quick “Miss you,” her voice tight, and cleared the table as the boys retreated to Abhi’s room.