Undressed Norja 1- Rahat colony stories

3 Kapila's drawing

Few days after the elevator episode.
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The afternoon sun bathed the flat in Rahat Colony with a warm, golden light. Norja stood in the kitchen, quietly chopping vegetables, her mind wandering as she worked. It had been a peaceful day, with Kapila busy in her room, sketching as usual. Norja cherished these quiet moments, but she also felt a strange undercurrent of unease that she couldn't quite place.

"Ammi!" Kapila's voice called from her bedroom, breaking her thoughts. "Come here, I want to show you something!"

Norja wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and made her way to Kapila's room. The door was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open to find her daughter sitting cross-legged on her bed, her sketchbook open on her lap. Kapila looked up, a playful smile tugging at her lips, her dark eyes shining with excitement.

"What is it, beta?" Norja asked, intrigued by the look on Kapila's face.

Kapila didn't answer immediately. Instead, she handed the sketchbook to her mother, flipping it to a specific page. "Tell me what you think," she said, her voice laced with mischief.

Norja took the book, expecting to see one of Kapila's usual fashion designs. But as she looked at the drawing, her breath caught in her throat. It was a sketch of herself—wearing nothing but a bikini.

The drawing was detailed, almost too realistic. Kapila had captured every curve, every line, the softness of her figure, the way her hair fell over her shoulders. The image was sensual, almost provocative, and Norja felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks.

"Kapila!" she exclaimed, quickly closing the book. "What if someone sees this? You shouldn't draw things like this, beta. What if someone else finds it?"

Kapila giggled, clearly amused by her mother's reaction. "Ammi, it's just a drawing. No one's going to see it. It's just between us."

Norja couldn't help but blush, a mix of embarrassment and an unfamiliar thrill coursing through her. She had never seen herself like this, through someone else's eyes—especially not her daughter's. The drawing was undeniably beautiful, but it made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn't felt in years.

"It's... well, it's very well done," Norja admitted, softening her tone. "But you must be careful. You know how people can be."

Kapila grinned, pleased with her mother's reluctant praise. "I will, Ammi. Don't worry."

Norja handed the sketchbook back to her, and Kapila tucked it under her pillow, as if it were a precious secret. As Norja left the room, the image of the drawing lingered in her mind, stirring emotions she hadn't felt in a long time. She tried to focus on her chores, but her thoughts kept drifting back to that sketch, to the way Kapila had seen her.

A few days later, with Kapila at college, Norja decided to clean the flat thoroughly. She started in Kapila's room, picking up clothes, tidying the bed, and organizing her desk. As she was arranging the clothes in the cupboard, something caught her eye—a small, plain notebook wedged between some folded clothes.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she pulled it out. The cover was unmarked, and it didn't look like the sketchbooks Kapila usually used. With a mix of hesitation and curiosity, Norja opened the notebook.

What she found inside made her heart skip a beat.

The pages were filled with drawings—women, mostly, in various stages of undress. The poses were intimate, almost erotic, showcasing the female form in ways that were both artistic and deeply sensual. Some of the women were posed provocatively, their bodies captured in exquisite detail, their expressions a mix of confidence and allure. There were men too, equally exposed, their bodies drawn with a boldness that surprised Norja.

She felt a wave of shock and confusion as she flipped through the pages, each drawing more explicit than the last.
Norja kept the sketch book back at the place.

🌟 to be continued