Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The morning buzzed with energy at the office, Madhuri’s new role as regional director drawing a flurry of wishes from colleagues and juniors alike. “You deserved it, ma’am!” Suraj said, his eyes still wide with gratitude.

Her new office, a sleek space with floor-to-ceiling glass, offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline, the morning light glinting off distant towers.

But as she settled into her chair, her thoughts drifted far from the paperwork on her desk. The stalker’s silence, Ishaan’s absence, the memory of Tim’s bold moves swirled in her mind, a restless undercurrent beneath her professional triumph.

Staring out the window, she wondered who the stalker could be. "Was he watching me now, hidden among the city’s chaos?" 

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, equal parts fear and intrigue. Leaving him unknown felt dangerous, like a storm brewing just out of sight.

She pushed the thought aside, focusing on her new managerial duties, delegating tasks, guiding her team, but the weight of her secret life clung to her like a shadow.

By the time she reached home that evening, the sky turned purple, and her anticipation for another heated night with Ishaan burned hot. But the house was quiet, save for Abhi’s voice drifting from the living room, where he sat eating snacks alone.

“Where’s Ishaan?” she asked, setting her bag down, her voice betraying a hint of disappointment.

Abhi shrugged, his eyes on his plate. “He’s still out. Not answering my calls.”

Madhuri’s heart sank, her craving for Ishaan unfulfilled. She joined Abhi for dinner, the silence between them heavy, charged with the unspoken memory of the night the day before.