Incest Trap by Custom

[Naina boss]

Pandit Ji stepped forward, his own eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and triumph. "It is as I have said," he announced, his voice carrying the weight of a man who had just played his trump card. "The union is not complete until the widow has married all of her husband's male relatives. It is the way of our ancestors."

Divya felt the blood drain from her face as the men in the room turned to look at her, their expressions a mirror of the chaos that swirled within her. The room grew eerily silent, the only sound the distant call of a peacock from the neighboring rooftop. The priest's words hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over her already tumultuous world.

Pandit Ji's eyes gleamed with a victory that was as disturbing as it was unexpected. He cleared his throat, the sound a grating interruption to the tense silence. "As tradition dictates, Divya must now marry Rahim to complete the cycle of life and ensure that your late husband's lineage remains untainted."

Divya felt a hand at her elbow, guiding her gently but firmly. It was Rahim, his touch sending an unwelcome shiver through her. "Let us speak in private," he said, his voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. Without waiting for a response, he led her into an adjoining room, the door clicking shut behind them with a finality that echoed in her ears.

The space was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single candle flickering on a small table. The shadows played across Rahim's face, casting his features in a mysterious glow that did nothing to alleviate the tension coiled in her stomach. She turned to face him, her heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird desperate to escape.

"Why are you doing this?" she demanded, her voice trembling. "What right do you have to come here and disrupt my life?"

Rahim's smile remained, unruffled by her accusation. "The same right that brought you to the altar with these men," he said, his eyes raking over her body. "The right of blood, tradition, and desire." He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw. "But fear not, my sweet Divya. I do not wish to cause you undue distress."

His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she took an involuntary step back, her hand coming up to swat his away. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rahim's smile grew, a predatory glint in his eyes as he closed the distance between them. "I want what is mine," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "I want to feel your body beneath me, to hear your screams of pleasure as I claim you."
Her stomach clenched at his words, a strange mix of fear and arousal coiling within her. Despite herself, she felt her body respond to his nearness, her nipples pebbling against the fabric of the babydoll dress. His hand slid down her arm, his fingers skimming the bare skin of her shoulder before coming to rest on the small of her back.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaking. "I have already been married to Digvijay, Inder, and Rishi."

Rahim's eyes gleamed in the candlelight.

"Ah, but the custom is clear," he said, his voice a silky caress. "You must marry all of your husband's male relatives." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. "And I intend to ensure that no detail is overlooked."
Divya's mind reeled, a flood of memories rushing in. Before she had even met Ajay, she had been swept away by Rahim's charm. The illicit affair had been a secret, a thrill that had fueled her wildest dreams. And it was in those stolen moments that Rishi had been conceived. A truth she had buried deep within her, a truth that now threatened to shatter the fragile illusion of her new life.

Rahim's hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist as he whispered,


"Do you remember the nights we shared, Divya? The passion that burned between us?" His breath was hot on her neck, and she felt the weight of his words, the gravity of the secret they shared. "Your son," he continued, "he is a part of me, just as you are."

 

[Naina boss]

Divya's breath caught in her throat, the room spinning around her. The revelation was a punch to the gut, the air thick with the scent of scandal and desire. She had thought she had buried that part of herself with Ajay's death, but here it was, standing before her in the flesh, demanding to be acknowledged.

"Rahim," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "That was a mistake. We were young and foolish."

He chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Perhaps," he conceded, his hand sliding lower to cup her ass.

. "But the fruit of our union is not a mistake, is he?"

Divya's eyes widened as the truth hit her like a sledgehammer. Rishi, her son, was not just Ajay's child, but also a testament to her illicit love affair with Rahim. The realization was like a knife twisting in her gut, bringing with it a wave of guilt and confusion. "You can't tell anyone," she breathed, her voice shaking.

Rahim's grin was wolfish, his eyes dark with desire. "Your secret is safe with me," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek. "But remember, Divya, I am not here to simply claim what is mine by right. I am here to reclaim what I have always desired." His thumb traced the line of her lower lip, a gentle but possessive gesture that made her knees threaten to buckle.
Her thoughts spun in a whirlwind of fear and anger. How could she have forgotten the passion that had once burned so fiercely between them? The memory of those stolen nights now seemed like a distant dream, tainted by the harsh light of day. Yet, as his touch grew bolder, she could not deny the spark that flared to life within her.

"Rahim," she whispered, pushing against his chest. "This is not the time or place for this."

He stepped back, his smile never fading. "Ah, but when is it ever the right time for passion?" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "But fear not, my love. Your secret is safe with me. For now."

The room felt stifling, the air heavy with unspoken desires and dark secrets. Divya felt trapped, her mind racing with the implications of his words. How could she have forgotten their tumultuous past, the passion that had once consumed her? And now, with Rishi as the living proof of their indiscretion, she was bound to him in a way she had never anticipated.

Rahim leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Our son deserves to know the truth," he murmured, his breath sending a shiver down her spine. "And I will not be denied what is rightfully mine." His hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her.

 

[Naina boss]

Divya's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger and arousal coursing through her veins. She pushed him away with all her might, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Get your hands off me," she snarled, her voice low and dangerous. "I am not your plaything to claim whenever you wish."

Rahim's smile never wavered, his eyes gleaming with the challenge she had unwittingly thrown his way. He took a step back, his hands held up in mock surrender. "As you wish," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But remember, we are bound by more than just the laws of man and god."

The door to the room creaked open, and Divya's heart skipped a beat as she saw Sarla, her mother-in-law, standing in the doorway. The older woman's eyes were wide with shock and disgust, and Divya knew that the whispers of the village would now grow into a roar.

"What is the meaning of this?" Sarla demanded, her voice shaking with anger. "How can you bring such dishonor to this house?"

Divya's cheeks flushed with a mix of guilt and embarrassment as she tried to explain herself, but the words seemed to stick in her throat. The room felt smaller, the air thick with accusation and the weight of the secret that now hovered between them.

Sarla's eyes narrowed, her gaze flicking between Divya and Rahim. "I will not have my daughter-in-law's purity questioned," she said, her voice like a whip cracking through the air. "If you wish to claim her, you will do so before the eyes of the gods.
Rahim's smile never faded, his eyes locked on Divya's as he nodded. "As you wish, Sarla," he said, his voice a purr. "The gods will be the witnesses to our union."

The room was thick with unspoken tension as Sarla turned to Divya, her gaze piercing. "You will do as is right," she said, her voice a mix of command and plea. "You will marry this man and uphold the honor of our family."

Divya's throat felt tight, the words sticking like burrs in her mouth. She knew that to refuse would bring a storm of scandal and ostracism upon them all. With a heavy heart, she nodded, her eyes downcast. "As you wish," she murmured, the weight of her words settling on her shoulders like a yoke.

The following days were a blur of preparations for the ceremony. Divya went through the motions, her mind a tumult of emotions. She was torn between anger at the situation she found herself in and the undeniable pull of desire that Rahim had reawakened within her. Her new family looked at her with a mix of suspicion and pity, their whispers following her like a shadow wherever she went.

On the eve of the wedding, Divya retreated to the rooftop, seeking solace under the vast expanse of the starlit sky. The cool breeze whispered secrets across the ancient town, secrets that seemed to echo her own tumultuous heart. Her thoughts drifted to the yoga classes she used to attend, the freedom and power she had felt in those moments of solitude, and she wished she could find that strength now.

 

[Naina boss]

Her hand absently traced the neckline of her dress, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin, a stark reminder of the role she had been forced into. The dress, once a symbol of her rebellious spirit, now felt like a cage, a visual proclamation of her newfound status as a sexually available widow. Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft footsteps approaching her, and she turned to see Rishi, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and concern.

"Ma," he began, his voice tentative. "I know this is not what you wanted."

Divya looked at Rishi, her heart heavy with the burden of the secrets they now shared. "What do you mean?" she asked, though she knew all too well the direction the conversation was heading.

Rishi stepped closer, his eyes dark with a hunger she had never seen before. "I know Ajay never truly satisfied you," he said, his voice low and earnest. "But I will. I want to give you what you've been denied."

Divya's eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. "What are you saying?" she whispered, her heart racing. The idea was both disturbing and strangely thrilling.

Rishi's gaze was intense, his jaw set with determination. "I know what you need, Ma," he said, his voice deep and gruff. "You've been denied for too long, and I'm going to give it to you."

Divya felt a wave of horror and arousal wash over her. "Rishi," she began, her voice shaking. "This is wrong."
But Rishi's eyes held a fierce determination that she had never seen before. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup her face. "Ma, I know what you need," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "You've been a good wife to us, but now it's time for me to take care of you."

Divya's breath hitched as she looked into her son's eyes, seeing the raw need reflected there. "Rishi, no," she protested, her voice trembling. "This isn't right."

"Ma," Rishi's voice was firm, his gaze unyielding. "You've been living in a cage, and I'm going to set you free." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her cheek. "Let me show you what it's like to truly be desired."

Her heart hammered in her chest as she felt the heat of his body, the evidence of his desire pressing against her. "Rishi," she murmured, torn between the love of a mother and the instincts of a woman. "We can't."

But Rishi's eyes were filled with a fiery determination that brooked no argument. "Ma," he said, his voice low and urgent. "You've been denied for too long. Let me show you what it's like to truly be desired." He reached out, his hand slipping under the fabric of her dress to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over the taut nipple.

Divya gasped, the sensation jolting through her body like an electric current. She had never felt this from her son, this raw, primal need. Her thoughts swirled like leaves in a storm, torn between the love of a mother and the desires of a woman. "Rishi, no," she whispered, even as her body betrayed her with its traitorous response.

But Rishi's eyes were alight with a passion she had not seen since Ajay had been alive. His hand continued to tease her nipple, the fabric of the dress now pooled around her waist. "Ma, please," he breathed, his voice a mix of desperation and lust. "Let me love you."

Her resolve crumbling, Divya leaned into him, her mouth finding his in a kiss that was as much a surrender as it was a declaration of war against the very fabric of her world. His kiss was demanding, claiming her as his own, and she responded with a fervor that surprised even herself. Her hands roamed his body, feeling the muscles she had never before allowed herself to explore, the heat of his skin searing into her memory.

With a growl, Rishi lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the soft cushions laid out on the rooftop. The fabric of the babydoll dress whispered around them as he lowered her onto the cushions, his hands tracing the lines of her body with a hunger that matched the ache within her. Divya's eyes never left his, a silent plea for understanding and a promise of secrecy.

But just then, the door to the rooftop slammed open, and Sarla's voice cut through the night like a knife. "Divya," she called out, her tone urgent. "Pandit ji has come, he wishes to speak with you."

Divya's eyes snapped open, and she pushed Rishi away with a gasp. The world around her spun, the gravity of their actions hitting her like a ton of bricks. She stumbled to her feet, smoothing down her dress as she tried to compose herself. "Coming," she called out, her voice shaking.

Rishi watched her retreat, his own breathing ragged and his body taut with need. He knew he had crossed a line, but the passion in her eyes had been undeniable. As he adjusted his own clothes, he vowed that he would not let this opportunity slip away.

"What is it, Ma?" Divya asked, her voice shaky as she emerged from the shadows of the stairwell. Pandit Ji's eyes swept over her, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts that the low neckline of her babydoll dress barely contained. She felt a cold, greedy stare that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Pandit Ji has arrived," Sarla announced, her eyes flicking between Divya and Rishi. Her expression was unreadable, the lines on her face etched with a mix of suspicion and resignation. "He wishes to speak with you," she added, her voice tight with something that Divya could not quite identify.

Divya felt a cold sweat break out on her skin as she nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she could not refuse the pandit, not with the wedding looming so close. She took a deep breath and followed Sarla down the stairs, her mind racing with thoughts of what she would say, how she would act. The house felt like it was closing in on her, the walls whispering of the secrets they had just shared.

In the dimly lit hallway, she could see the flicker of candles and hear the murmur of male voices. The air was thick with incense, the scent of sandalwood and jasmine mingling with the earthy musk of male desire. Her legs felt like lead as she walked into the room, her eyes immediately finding Pandit Ji's lecherous gaze.

"Ah, Divya," Pandit Ji's voice was like a serpent's hiss. "There you are. I have come to discuss the final preparations for your union with your new husband." His eyes raked over her body, his lips curling into a knowing smile.

Her heart racing, Divya took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Pandit Ji," she greeted him formally, her voice a barely controlled whisper. She knew all too well the power he held in this village, the power to either bless or curse her future.

Pandit Ji's eyes swept over her, lingering on her breasts and the swell of her hips. The hunger in his gaze was palpable, and Divya felt a shiver of revulsion. She knew that this man had orchestrated her fate, had used his influence to force her into this twisted web of marriages. "You must be ready for the ceremony," he said, his voice thick with lust.

Sarla's grip on her arm tightened, a silent warning to behave. Divya nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yes, Pandit Ji," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, as if he could see straight through to the secrets she held so tightly.

As they made their way to the altar room, the air grew thick with anticipation. The flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls, the only sound the rustling of silk and the distant wail of a mournful song. Divya's heart pounded in her chest, the beat echoing in her ears like a war drum. She knew what was expected of her, but she could not shake the feeling of impending doom that clung to her like a second skin.

 

[Naina boss]

Pandit Ji sat cross-legged on a velvet cushion, surrounded by an array of religious paraphernalia. His eyes lit up at the sight of her, his gaze raking over her body with a hunger that made her skin crawl. He was a man who knew the darkest desires of the villagers, and he reveled in his role as their moral compass. Divya felt a wave of nausea at the thought of what he had done to orchestrate her life.

Rahim, dressed in a pristine white dhoti and shawl, looked every inch the groom. His dark eyes held a glint of triumph as he took her hand, his grip firm and possessive. Divya's heart felt as if it was being squeezed in a vice as she walked towards the makeshift altar, the whispers of the villagers following her like a mournful chant.

The temple was a riot of color and sound, the air heavy with the scent of incense and marigold garlands. The priest chanted the ancient mantras, his words a soothing balm to the storm in her soul. As Pandit Ji bound their hands with the sacred thread, a part of her felt as if she was drowning, the waves of tradition and desire crashing over her.

The wedding rituals were a blur of fire, prayers, and the exchanging of vows. Divya's eyes remained fixed on the flickering flame, her thoughts a tumult of confusion and longing. She felt the weight of the gold necklace that Rahim had placed around her neck, a symbol of ownership and protection, and yet it felt like a noose tightening with every beat of her heart.

As Pandit Ji chanted the final mantras, Divya's hand trembled in Rahim's firm grip. His eyes bore into hers, a silent promise that sent a shiver down her spine. The priest's voice grew louder, culminating in a final declaration that echoed through the ancient stones of the temple.

"With the blessings of the gods, I now pronounce you husband and wife," Pandit Ji announced, a smug smile playing on his lips.

The words hung in the air like a curse, echoing through the ancient stones of the temple. Divya's knees felt weak, her heart racing as she looked up at Rahim, his dark eyes filled with a mix of triumph and desire. The weight of the gold necklace he had placed around her neck was a constant reminder of the deal she had made, a deal she could not escape.

Pandit Ji's gaze remained fixed on her, a smug smile playing on his lips as he completed the final rites of the wedding ceremony. His eyes held a gleam of victory, a silent declaration that she was now bound to him in a way she had never anticipated. Divya felt a shiver of fear and revulsion, knowing that the man who had married her to her own son was now also her husband, a man whose touch she had never wanted.

The villagers erupted into applause, their faces a blur as she was led away by Rahim. The heavy fabric of her sari whispered against her bare skin, a stark contrast to the coldness in her heart. As they stepped out into the bright sunshine, she could not help but feel the eyes of the village on her, judging, whispering, and watching her every move.

 

[rajeev13]

This one is really unique story, Why don't you write in Hindi, it could be more amazing

 

[Naina boss]

This one is really unique story, Why don't you write in Hindi, it could be more amazing

It is difficult for me to write in Hindi

 

[Naina boss]

Once in their shared room, Rahim closed the door with a finality that seemed to seal her fate. He turned to her, his gaze smoldering with a hunger that made her stomach churn. "Finally," he murmured, stepping closer. "You are mine."
Divya took a step back, her hands shaking. "Rahim," she began, her voice trembling. "Please, let's not do this."
But his eyes were dark with a lust that would not be denied. He reached for her, his hands like shackles closing around her wrists. "You are my wife," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You will do as I say."

Tears streamed down Divya's cheeks as she felt the walls closing in on her. Her entire life had been a dance of duty and tradition, and now it seemed she had no choice but to submit to the whims of this man she had once loved but now feared. The room spun around her, the bright colors of the sari's border blurring into a nauseating whirl.

Sarla's voice, usually a beacon of comfort, now held a chilling finality. "You have fulfilled your husband's wish," she told Divya, her eyes cold and hard. "Now, it is time for you to submit to the will of your new husband."

Divya felt the blood drain from her face as she stared at her mother-in-law. "What are you saying?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the cacophony of her racing heart.

Sarla's expression was a mix of anger and resentment. "You have given us a son," she spat. "Now, you will give us another son"

Divya's eyes widened in horror, her breath hitching in her throat. "No," she choked out. "I cannot... I will not."

But Sarla's grip on her hair was like iron, her eyes cold and unyielding. With a brutal yank, she forced Divya to her knees. "You will," she hissed, her voice a harsh whisper that seemed to resonate through the very air. "You are a wife now, and you will do as your husband commands.

 

[Naina boss]

The force of Sarla's slap sent a jolt of pain through Divya's body, snapping her out of her daze. Her cheek stung, and she could feel the warm trickle of blood where her teeth had bitten into her lower lip. The world around her swam in a haze of anger and fear as she looked up at the woman who had once been her confidant. The slap had been a stark reminder of the power dynamics that now governed her life, the stark reality of her new role in this twisted game of tradition and desire.

"I will not," she murmured, her voice a feeble protest against the tide of fate that had swept her into this storm.

Rahim's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening. "You will," he repeated, his voice a dark whisper. "You have no choice."

With a swift, cruel movement, he slapped her across the face, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Divya's cheek stung, the impact jolting her out of her disbelief. She had never felt such pain, such anger, from the man who had once been her confidant. His hand hovered in the air, a silent threat of more to come if she did not submit.

He leaned in close, his breath hot and heavy with lust. "You will bear me a son," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "And for that, you will do as I say."
With a swift, decisive motion, Rahim reached into the pocket of his dhoti and produced a small vial filled with a murky liquid. He uncorked it with a flourish and tipped the contents into a cup of water, watching with a cold smile as the potion swirled and melded. "Drink," he ordered, holding it out to her.

Divya stared at the cup, her heart racing. She knew what was in it - a potent aphrodisiac that would leave her unable to resist his advances. Her mind screamed for her to refuse, but her body, still trembling from the slap, seemed to have a mind of its own. With trembling hands, she took the cup and brought it to her lips, her eyes never leaving his.

As the potion slid down her throat, a warmth spread through her body, unfurling like a blooming flower, and with it came a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She watched in horror as her own desire began to mirror the hunger in Rahim's eyes. He had won, and she knew it. The man who had once been a source of comfort and protection was now her tormentor, and she was helpless to stop him.

The room grew hazy around the edges, the colors bleeding into one another like a watercolor painting. Her body felt like it was no longer her own, responding to his touch with a need that was almost feral. He pushed her back onto the bed, his weight pinning her down, his hands roaming her body with a possessive urgency that she could not fight.

 

[Naina boss]

With each touch, she felt the potion's power grow stronger, her body responding in ways that she had never thought possible. The fabric of her sari was rough against her skin, a stark contrast to the softness that now pooled between her legs.

Suddenly, the sound of a knock at the gate pierced the heavy silence. Divya's eyes snapped to the door, a flicker of hope in her gaze. Perhaps it was a neighbor, someone who could save her from this fate. But as the door swung open, she saw it was not rescue that had come but a new horror to add to her night.

Salim, the beggar whose lustful eyes had haunted her since her arrival in the village, stumbled in, his arms wrapped around a massive, snarling bear. The creature's fur was matted and dirty, its eyes wild with fear and anger. The stench of it filled the room, a stark contrast to the incense that had so recently permeated the air.

"Behold," he said, his teeth bared in a grin that revealed his rotted smile. "The ultimate symbol of your submission."

The bear, driven by fear and confusion, roared and thrashed, knocking over pots and furniture in its desperate attempt to escape the confines of the room. Divya's eyes widened with horror as she watched the creature's powerful muscles flex and its claws swipe through the air, mere inches from her face.
Rahim's grip on her wrists tightened as he laughed, a cold, cruel sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You see," he said, his breath hot in her ear, "you are not just my wife, but the village's prize." He jerked his head towards the snarling animal. "You will perform for us, my dear."

The room spun as Divya tried to comprehend the monstrous turn her life had taken. The potion was doing its work, her body responding to the horror unfolding before her with an uncontrollable arousal. She felt the heat between her legs, the wetness that she knew was not just from fear but also from a twisted desire that she could not understand.

The bear, driven mad by the confined space and the scent of humans, lunged towards the bed. Divya screamed, but her voice was lost in the chaos. Rahim and Sarla watched with twisted excitement, their eyes gleaming with a perverse joy. The bear's massive paw swiped at the air, narrowly missing Divya's face. She could feel the heat of its breath, the coarse fur brushing against her skin.

In that moment, something within her snapped. The potion's hold on her body had been unyielding, but the fear for her life surpassed the lust it had invoked. With a strength she didn't know she had, Divya wriggled free from Rahim's grasp and rolled off the bed. She scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest. The bear's roars grew louder, its eyes locked on her trembling form