Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Sharma emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp, a smug grin spreading across his face as he buttoned his shirt. “Thanks for the night, Madhuri,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

“Poor Ramesh. Off in the US while his wife’s having fun with me, haha. Bet he’d be gutted to know.”

Madhuri’s jaw tightened, but she forced a sultry smile, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Get back on the bed,” she said, her tone sharp but inviting. “Let's go for another round.”

The words felt foreign, a stark reminder of the line she was crossing, the word “slut” the stalker taunted her weeks back, echoing in her mind. She was changing, and the realization stung.

Sharma chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, I’m spent, Madhuri. One round’s my limit these days. Besides, my wife’ll get suspicious if I’m out too long.” He tugged on his pants, avoiding her gaze.

Anger flared in Madhuri’s chest, but she masked it with a tight smile. “Sure, I understand,” she said, her voice laced with ice.

She followed him to the main door, her bare feet silent on the floor. Sharma turned, his eyes raking over her in the nightgown. “I want to be back again,” he said, winking. “I know you'll wait for me.”

Madhuri’s smile didn’t waver. “You look parched,” she said, grabbing the glass of drink laced with the last of the potion. She’d poured only a quarter, expecting a longer night, but now it would serve to erase this mistake. “Have this drink.”

Sharma downed it in one gulp, his expression shifting to confusion, his eyes glazing over. “Wait… why am I here?” he mumbled, his voice convincing enough to fool her. He shuffled out, muttering, “Gotta get home.” 

Sharma had been coached by Ishaan, the night after the photoshoot, to play dumb after consuming anything with her, a plan to keep her off balance. A promise now fulfilled.

Madhuri shut the door, her hands trembling as she leaned against it, cursing herself. "What was I thinking, inviting him?"

She turned toward her bedroom, and sighed, her heart heavy with shame and unfulfilled desire. "This house feels so empty," she murmured, "and I can’t shake the feeling of being all alone."

Suddenly, the living room lights flickered and died, plunging the house into pitch black. Madhuri froze, her breath catching. A faint click echoed, and the lights snapped back on, revealing a man standing in the center of the room.

He covered his face with a wolf mask, its sharp angles glinting in the light. His eyes not matching with the stalker’s, yet someone she met before, locked onto hers.

Madhuri’s pulse raced, her voice a shaky whisper. “Who are you?”

She stumbled back, only to collide with another figure. Her breath hitched as she spun around, facing the stalker, this time. “Missed you, Madhuri,” he said, his voice low, intimate, sending a shiver down her spine.

She swallowed hard, her eyes darting between the two men as they closed in, bridging the gap. “What’s going on?” she demanded, her voice trembling but defiant. “Who is he? What do you want?”

The stalker chuckled, his hand brushing her arm, the touch electric. “You’ve been playing a dangerous game, haven’t you?”

The stalker’s devilish smile from his last text echoed in her mind, and she realized she made a big mistake.

(End of Chapter)