Undressed Norja 1- Rahat colony stories

10 pool

The Pool and the Game

The day started off quietly in Rahat Colony. Karan had been staying with Norja and Kapila for a few days now, and he was beginning to settle into the routine of the household. But this morning, he felt the need for some exercise, so he decided to spend some time at the colony's swimming pool.

After breakfast, Karan mentioned his plans to Norja. "Aunty, I'm thinking of going to the pool for a swim. It's been a while since I've had a good swim."

Norja smiled, wiping her hands on a towel as she finished up in the kitchen. "That sounds like a good idea, Karan. The pool should be empty this time of day."

Just then, Kapila walked into the kitchen, catching the conversation. Her eyes brightened with interest. "Ammi, can I join Karan at the pool?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of mischief.

Norja looked at her daughter with a raised eyebrow. "Kapila, tum jaanti ho hum Musalman hain. It's not appropriate for us to expose our bodies in public. You know that."

Kapila grinned, undeterred by her mother's words. "Toh Ammi, does that mean it's okay for a Muslim girl to expose herself to strangers in private?" she joked, her eyes sparkling with playful intent.

Norja chuckled at her daughter's boldness. "Kapila, yeh sab tumhari marzi hai. Just don't push it too far, okay?" she replied with a mix of laughter and seriousness.

Kapila's smile widened. "Okay, Ammi. I'll behave," she said, though her tone suggested otherwise.

Karan headed off to the pool, grateful for the cool water as he swam laps, trying to clear his mind. He had been feeling a bit restless since moving in with Norja and Kapila, and the exercise helped him release some of the tension. But even as he swam, his thoughts kept drifting back to Kapila. She had been acting differently lately—more forward, more playful—and it was starting to make him uneasy.

When Karan returned to the flat after his swim, he found Kapila lounging in the living room. She was dressed in a loose, low-cut top and a pair of micro shorts that left little to the imagination. The outfit seemed casual enough, but Karan couldn't help but notice how deliberately it showcased her figure.

"Had a good swim?" Kapila asked, looking up at him with a sweet, innocent smile that didn't quite match the way she was dressed.

"Yeah, it was good," Karan replied, trying to keep his tone casual as his eyes flicked briefly to her top. The neckline dipped low, and as Kapila leaned forward to pick up a newspaper from the coffee table, Karan couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. The loose fabric shifted, offering him a clear view of her chest.

Karan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked away, pretending not to have seen anything. But the image was already burned into his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder if Kapila had done it on purpose.

Kapila straightened up, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "The hot water is ready in the bathroom if you want to freshen up," she said in a casual tone, though there was a playful glint in her eyes. "And if you need anything else, just let me know."

"Thanks, Kapila," Karan managed to reply, his voice a little tight. He wasn't sure what to make of her behavior. Was she just being friendly, or was there something more to it? Either way, he knew he had to be careful. He didn't want to misread the situation and get into something he couldn't handle.

Kapila watched him head towards the bathroom, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She had seen the way his eyes had lingered on her, the way he had tried to hide his reaction. It was exactly what she had hoped for. The game was on, and she intended to enjoy every minute of it.

As Karan stepped into the bathroom, he took a deep breath, trying to shake off the mix of emotions swirling inside him. He turned on the shower, letting the hot water run, but his mind was far from calm. He couldn't stop thinking about the way Kapila had looked at him, the way she had moved, and how close she had come to crossing a line.

He knew he had to keep his distance, to maintain some sense of control. But deep down, he also knew that things had already changed between them, and there was no going back.

Kapila, meanwhile, lounged back on the sofa, pleased with how the day was unfolding. She knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of it was too intoxicating to resist. She didn't know where this would lead, but for now, she was content to keep pushing the boundaries, seeing just how far she could go before Karan finally reacted.

As the day continued, both Karan and Kapila were caught in a delicate dance, each aware of the other, yet both pretending that nothing had changed. But beneath the surface, the tension simmered, waiting for the right moment to ignite.