Undressed Norja 1- Rahat colony stories

11. Chai piyoge

The flat in Rahat Colony was unusually quiet that afternoon. Kapila had gone out for some bra shopping, and Karan found himself alone in the flat with Norja. The air was warm, the lazy kind of heat that settled into the walls and made everything move just a little slower.

Karan sat on the sofa, flipping through channels, but he was distracted. It wasn't the silence or even the heat that was making him restless—it was Norja. She had been moving around the flat in her usual nightly, a deep-neck one that hugged her in just the right places. It wasn't the first time Karan had noticed her beauty, but today, for some reason, he couldn't seem to look away.

He'd catch himself glancing at her occasionally watching those melons hang as she bent in front of him, his eyes drifting over her papayas woth pointed tip when she wasn't looking. There was something different today. Maybe it was the way the soft fabric clung to her, or maybe it was the fact that they were alone, but each time she walked by, it was like his eyes were drawn to her, as if there was a magnet pulling him in.

Norja, meanwhile, had started to notice Karan's occasional glances. At first, she brushed it off as nothing—maybe it was just his eyes wandering. But then, she started to feel something unexpected. A warmth. A spark. It had been years since she felt anything like it. Since her husband's death, she had pushed those kinds of thoughts and desires away, focusing on raising Kapila and managing the household. But now, something stirred inside her.

It wasn't just about the attention—it was about the way it made her feel. Attractive. Desirable. There was a part of her that had missed that, missed feeling like a woman who could still turn heads. She hadn't realized how much she craved that quiet appreciation until now, with Karan's glances igniting something deep within her.

As she moved about the flat, tidying up and going about her routine, she found herself thinking more and more about it. What if? she thought. What if he's really looking at me? What if I still have that charm? She smiled to herself, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement.

After some time, she made up her mind. This was a chance to experience something she hadn't felt in nearly a decade. It was innocent, after all—just a little glance here and there. There was no harm in it, right?

Norja walked toward her room, pausing by the door. She glanced back at Karan, who was still sitting on the sofa, his eyes following her movements, though he quickly looked away when she turned. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Karan?" she called out, leaning against the doorframe. "Everything okay? Tum thode lost lag rahe ho."

Karan cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "Uh, yeah, everything's fine, aunty. Just tired from the swim yesterday."

Norja chuckled softly. "Bas thoda rest karo. Main apne room mein thodi der ke liye ja rahi hoon. If you need anything, just call."

She turned and walked into her room, leaving the door slightly ajar. The sound of the door not fully closing wasn't accidental. It was deliberate. She knew Karan would hear it. Inside, her heart raced a little, nervous but thrilled at the same time. She hadn't done anything like this before—not with Karan, not with anyone since her husband. But today was different.

Standing in front of her mirror, she took a deep breath, calming her racing heart. She slowly undid the knot of her nightly, letting the fabric slip from her shoulders. She could feel the warm air on her skin, her back facing the slightly open door, knowing that if Karan happened to glance in her direction, he would see her.

It was a small risk, but one she was willing to take. A part of her wanted to be seen, wanted to feel that attention again.

Back in the living room, Karan heard the sound of the nightly slipping off her shoulders, and his mind raced. Had she left the door open on purpose? He glanced toward her room, the temptation almost overwhelming. He wasn't sure what was going on—whether it was just a coincidence or something more—but the curiosity was eating at him.