Incest Kaayaantaran: Ek Maa, Ek Paap, Ek App

[samlover11]

Ek neo-noir, erotic psychological thriller jo Mumbai ke gheere aur gheere huye police quarters se shuru hoti hai. Arjun — ek intense, silent, and darkly charming young man — accidentally (ya shayad kismet se) haasil karta hai ek mysterious app jo shuruaat mein ek joke lagta hai… lekin dheere dheere woh app ek physical, mental, emotional, aur behavioral transformation trigger karta hai.

Target?
Uski maa — Sandhya, ek strict, sanskaari, old-fashioned police officer… aur uske colleagues — sab prude, superstitious, chubby, nagging, aur frustrated Indian moms.

Yeh auratein initially hoti hain nagging, conservative, orthodox aur sexuality se disconnected. Lekin app ke subtle effects ke through — nail growth, lip swelling, face definition, weight loss, sensuality, taboo negation, kinks, aur “Indian MILFification” — sab kuch natural lagta hai, lekin deeply corruptive hota hai.

Har character ka apna deep backstory, emotional trauma, aur repressed desire hoga. Transformation will be slow, layered, grounded, extremely realistic, gritty, emotional, and erotically intense.

Kink, crime, lust, taboo, aur maternal instincts collide in this dystopian, suspense-heavy, deeply psychological tale… jahaan Maa ka pyaar ek din Maa ka paap ban jaata hai.

 

[samlover11]

Chapter 1: "Khaamosh Cheekh: Ek Maa, Ek Officer"

Rain splattered against the dirty windows of the worn-out police quarters. Lightning crackled in the sky, par Sandhya ke chehre pe koi reaction nahi tha. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi thi—apne hi reflection ko ghurte hue. Uniform tight thi, lekin body dheeli pad chuki thi. Uski aankhen... tired, lifeless. Jaise andar kuchh mar gaya ho.

INT. SANDHYA’S ROOM – NIGHT

Sandhya: (mutters)
"Kya ban gaya hai yeh duniya... aur kya reh gaya hoon main?"

Woh apne greasy baalon ko tight bun me lapethti hai. Ek purani sindoor ki bindi ab bhi takiye ke kone me chipki hoti hai. Mandir ka diya ab bujh chuka hota hai.

Ek knock padta hai.

Arjun (20s), dark, calm, intense, enters—wet from the rain, college bag latka hua, lekin aankhon me kuch aur... kuch unsaid.

Sandhya (scolding)
"Kitni baar kaha hai baarish me bheeg ke ghar mat aaya kar! Zimmedari naam ki cheez hi nahi bachi tum mein."

Arjun (calmly)
"Aap roz subah se raat tak dusron ke crime solve karti ho, par ghar ka haal dekh ke kabhi kuch mehsoos hua?"

Sandhya freezes. Yeh lafz chubhe... lekin andar kahin ek khaali jagah ko choo gaye.

Camera lingers on Sandhya’s face — pale, dull. Ek maa aur ek aurat ke beech jujhti soch. Kuch seconds ke liye woh chup rehti hai. Then turns away.

Sandhya (coldly)
"Room me jaa. Tere kapde bed gila karenge."

Arjun jaata hai. Sandhya apne aap ko mirror me fir dekhti hai... aur pehli baar aankh milti hai us reflection se. Aankhon ke neeche dark circles, lips dried and chapped, ek bhi nail trimmed nahi, ungliyon ke joint par blackness... jaise usne khud ko chhod diya ho.

Door ke peeche Arjun bed pe baitha hota hai. Uski pocket me ek black, iconless phone app blink kar raha hota hai — kuch ajeeb vibration ke saath.

Arjun whispers:
"Yeh sirf shuruaat hai, Maa..."


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Scene Shift: Police Station – Next Day

Sandhya ek crime scene attend karti hai. Nancy Lobo, Yasmin Qureshi, Rina Das, aur Meenakshi Pillai sab wahan hoti hain — shabby sarees, saggy faces, dry lips, cracked heels, bad-breathed, grumbling about their sons, their backs, their religion, their routines.

Crime Scene – Ek aurat ka murder hua hai. Aurat ka chehra torn hai... lekin uske lips unnaturally plump the... unki ungliyon ke nails unnaturally bright the... jaise koi transformation ke beech me thi.

Nancy (irritated)
"Kya zamana aa gaya... log makeup karte karte mar jaate hain. Yehi hota hai jab auratein apni aukaat bhool jaati hain."

Rina (laughs, bitterly)
"Tum log ko toh kuch bhi sexy dikh jaaye toh andar ki chudail jag jaati hai."

Sandhya unhe ghoorti hai. Ek aurat ki laash — jo un jaise hi dikhti thi, lekin usme kuch alag tha...

Usi raat, Arjun fir app on karta hai. Uske screen pe 5 icons blink karte hain:

Sandhya

Yasmin

Nancy

Rina

Meenakshi


Ek dark smile cross karta hai Arjun ka face.

Arjun (softly)
"Repression mein jo lava pakta hai... uska blast bahut sexy hota hai."


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End of Chapter 1

 

[samlover11]

Chapter 2: “Sandhya’s Mirror”

Rain still pours outside, but inside Sandhya’s room, it’s unnaturally warm. Fan chal raha hai lekin hawa chipak rahi hai. She stands in front of the mirror again—same uniform, same tight bun, same tired eyes. But kuch ajeeb mehsoos ho raha hai aaj.

She removes her belt slowly.
Her fingers pause on the buckle…
Why do her nails look slightly shinier today?

Sandhya (to herself, quietly)
“Woh murder scene… us aurat ke lips… woh cheekbones… kya makeup tha ya…”

She unbuttons her uniform blouse, layer by layer. Her bra digs into her skin like usual. Lekin aaj… jaise wo tightness thoda… sensual lag raha hai. Uncomfortable nahi. Strange.

Mirror ke saamne khadi Sandhya dekhti hai apne aap ko — a body she’d forgotten was hers.

Stretch marks ke neeche… ek glow.
Dry lips… thoda plumper.
Neck pe veins… slightly defined.
And her nipples… harder than usual.

Sandhya (shocked, whispers)
“Mujhe kya ho raha hai…?”

She pulls back her hair. Suddenly, a small cluster of strands fall out in her hand… but then, behind her, her hair appears thicker, more dense, shinier. It’s subtle… yet undeniable.

She runs her fingers over her cheeks.
Cheekbones — slightly raised. Eyes — heavier. Lips — dry but beginning to swell, like blood flow is increasing. Something… is awakening.

She stares.
And stares.
Her thighs look slimmer.
Her toes — today they look… less cracked. Nails — little more curved, pinker.

Then…
she imagines a hand running down her back. Not hers. Arjun’s.
She jerks back, gasping.

Sandhya (angrily, whispering)
“Bas… band kar yeh soch… woh tera beta hai… beta…”

But the thought lingers like scent. Hot, forbidden, sweaty. His calm eyes, his slow voice. His manhood. No. STOP.

She sits on her bed, breathing heavy.
Outside Arjun’s door, the app flickers again.
This time, it pulses in sync with Sandhya’s heartbeat.


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INT. Arjun’s Room – SAME TIME

Arjun is shirtless, staring at his phone.
Icons glow.
Sandhya – 4% initiated.

Arjun (smirks)
“Taboos don’t break. They melt... inside.”

He looks at the app and clicks Enhance Sensory Recall — a feature he hadn’t used yet.

Back in Sandhya’s room…
Her nipples throb.
Sweat beads down her back.
And she moans — softly, helplessly — for the first time in 12 years.


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NEXT DAY – POLICE STATION

Sandhya walks in. Yasmin, Nancy, Meenakshi, and Rina are all seated. Complaining. Nagging. Same old. But they notice something.

Nancy (squinting)
“Sandhya… tumhara chehra… alag lag raha hai aaj. Kya facial karwaya?”

Sandhya (confused, defensive)
“Nahi toh. Tum log ko sab kuch makeup hi lagta hai kya?”

She walks past. But the glances stick.
Her lips are noticeably more swollen today.
Her backside… tighter in her uniform.
Hair in a slightly looser bun.
Heels… higher than usual.

Something has begun.


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End of Chapter 2

 

[PremKunwarRajput]

Good way of delivering the story.. best wishes

 

[kirantariq]

Good

 

[Rajadopyaja]

Great start bhai.
Mobile App ka concept achha hai
Hero bahut hi dark and vindictive lag raha hai.
Main Characters achhe Lage bhai Sandhya especially. Iss type ki Lady ko conservative se lustful slut bante dekhne mein bahot maza aayega.
"Taboos don’t break. They melt... inside" is statement ne toh story ko puri tarah se define kar diya hai. I hope bhai ki tum isse kafi extend karke slowly slowly sandhya ko break nahi balki andar se melt karoge.

Waiting for next update.

 

[rajeev13]

What happened to previous thread ?