Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri froze, her face paling. “Who could that be?” she gasped, panic seizing her as she scrambled to pull the bedsheet over herself, clutching it tightly.

Ishaan acted quickly, yanking open the wardrobe and tossing Madhuri a fresh nightdress similar to the one she wore before. “Put this on quick,” he said urgently. Turning to Abhi, he barked, “Get back to your room, now!” Then, with a sharp nod to the designer, he gestured toward the terrace. “This way, move!”

Abhi bolted to his room, heart racing. Ishaan led the other guy to the terrace, pointing out a path for a swift escape, and the man vanished into the night.

Returning to Madhuri, Ishaan took charge, he grabbed a comb, spritzing water on her hair and body to muss it slightly, crafting the look of a recent shower. “Tell them you were showering,” he instructed, his voice firm.

With a playful smack on her ass, he smirked. “Go answer the door,” he said, turning to slip away.

Madhuri grabbed Ishaan’s hand, halting him. When he turned back, her eyes locked onto his, holding his gaze for a charged moment. Stepping forward, she rose onto her toes, hands slipping around his neck, one tangling in his hair, and pressed her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Ishaan responded, his hands finding her waist, grazing her curves as he deepened the kiss, gently pushing her against the wall. The doorbell’s persistent ring faded into the background, unnoticed.

A minute later, her phone’s sharp ring broke the spell. Startled, Madhuri pulled back, a sly smirk playing on her lips as she glanced at Ishaan. Without a word, she straightened and sauntered toward the door, leaving the moment lingering behind her.