Undressed Norja 1- Rahat colony stories

8 Karan's pov

Karan had always been an early riser, a habit ingrained from years of morning workouts and cycling. The first light of dawn filtered through the curtains of the guest room, gently pulling him from the depths of sleep. He lay there for a moment, savoring the quiet of the early morning, before deciding to get up and start his day.

He slipped out of bed, stretching his limbs, feeling the satisfying crack of his joints. The flat was still silent, the kind of stillness that only exists in those first few hours before the world fully wakes. He figured he'd freshen up and maybe go for a quick run before anyone else stirred.

Moving toward the attached bathroom, Karan noticed that the door to the hallway was closed, as it should be. He reached for the handle to open the door, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. But as he pushed the door open, he froze in place.

Through the crack in the door, he saw Kapila. She was standing by the toilet, her back to him, wearing nothing but a simple bra and panties. Her slender frame moved with unconscious grace as she adjusted her panties, having just finished her morning routine. Karan's breath caught in his throat as he took in the unexpected sight before him.

For a moment, he was rooted to the spot, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. The soft curve of her back, the gentle slope of her waist, the way the early morning light played across her skin—it was an image both innocent and intensely captivating. He knew he should look away, that he should have immediately closed the door and given her privacy, but something held him there, his gaze lingering on her longer than it should have.

Kapila, seemingly oblivious to his presence, adjusted her bra strap before reaching for the sink to wash her hands. The way she moved, so unselfconscious and natural, only heightened Karan's awareness of the situation. He was struck by how different she seemed from the playful, flirty girl he had joked with the day before. Here, she was simply Kapila, vulnerable and unaware of the eyes on her.

The sound of the water running broke the spell, snapping Karan back to reality. He realized with a sudden jolt that he had crossed a line, that he was intruding on a private moment. Guilt surged through him, his heart pounding in his chest as he silently stepped back, trying to retreat without being noticed.

But as he moved, the door leading from the guest room creaked slightly, and Kapila's head snapped up, her eyes wide as she saw the door to his room slowly shutting. For a split second, their eyes met in the reflection of the bathroom mirror—her expression shifting from shock to understanding as she realized what had just happened.

Karan felt his face flush with a mix of embarrassment and shame. He quickly closed the door behind him, leaning against it as he took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. His mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions—guilt for having seen her in such an intimate moment, but also an undeniable attraction that he hadn't expected.

He hadn't meant for this to happen, hadn't intended to invade her privacy, but now that it had, he didn't know how to face her. He knew he needed to find a way to apologize, to make it clear that it had been an accident, that he respected her far too much to ever intentionally invade her space.

As he stood there, trying to gather his thoughts, he heard the soft sounds of Kapila leaving the bathroom, her footsteps retreating to the safety of her room. Karan let out a long breath, the tension slowly draining from his body as he realized the awkwardness of what had just transpired.

This was not how he had imagined his morning would go, and he knew it would be difficult to look Kapila in the eye after this. But he also knew that he had to be honest with her, to clear the air before the awkwardness between them grew into something more uncomfortable.