Rachna pro part1

"Good morning, class," the business logic professor announced, her voice echoing through the seminar hall. Rachna and I sat in the back row, surrounded by the murmurs of our fellow MBA students as they shuffled through their notes. Rachna squirmed in her seat, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for something to distract herself from the growing discomfort she felt in her dress.

The professor continued, scribbling furiously on the whiteboard as she broke down the intricacies of market segmentation strategies. Rachna's discomfort grew more apparent with each passing minute. She tugged at the fabric of her dress, trying to adjust it to no avail. Her cheeks flushed a shade of pink that matched the delicate blush of her ears and lips. She leaned closer to me, her voice a low whisper, "I don't know what's wrong with this dress today. It's so tight."

I whispered, "you wore same day before yesterday, it looked fine." Rachna bit her lower lip and shrugged. Her eyes darted down to the hem of her dress, which was riding up slightly. She tried to tug it down discreetly, but the material was unforgiving. "May be the new bra i bought is not my size," she murmured, her voice filled with a hint of frustration.

"Ek kam karega? Tu dekhta rah ass pas main bra nikal leta hun," Rachna whispered urgently, her eyes pleading for my help. The tension in her voice was palpable, and I knew she was getting increasingly uncomfortable. The business logic professor, engrossed in her lecture, didn't seem to notice Rachna's distress. "Abe tu pagli hai kya ? Sir is literally there, you can't," I replied, annoyed for my own tension and her suggestions. Rachna rolled her eyes and leaned back, trying to ignore the persistent pinching sensation.

"Abe yar ye master kab khatam karega lecture?" Rachna complained, fidgeting in her seat. She looked absolutely adorable even in her distress, her yellow and white complexion glowing under the fluorescent lights, making me feel a little guilty for not helping her out. "Kya hua bata to? Kuch samajh mein nahi aaya," I whispered back, genuinely concerned. Rachna's discomfort was starting to become a distraction, not just for her, but for me as well.

" I brought this new bra Because it was looking good. Ab ye kahi par chuv raha hai. Like nails. And the lines are tight," Rachna grimaced, her voice strained.

"Koi na, you'll manage. It's just a few minutes more," I assured her, trying to keep my focus on the lecture. But the tension in the air was thick, and my own thoughts wandered to the predicament I had gotten myself into with my family. "Abe saale 45 mins ka class hai. Ghanta few minutes. It is 30 minutes left till it is over. I am going washroom," Rachna whispered, her voice edged with desperation. She stood up, smoothing out her dress as she did so, and practically bolted out of the room.

I sighed and returned to my notes, trying to ignore the ticking clock. Ten minutes later, Rachna returned with a poker face, her eyes avoiding mine as she took her seat beside me. "Ab kya fir? Muh kyun latkaye hui hai?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. Rachna shot me a glare but couldn't hold back a small giggle. "Abe ye bra bahoot tight hai aur hook peeche hai. I couldn't open it. Had to use the bathroom hook," she murmured, her voice still tinged with embarrassment.

"Ek help kar na. Main desk ke neeche chale jata hun . Tu mera bra ka hook kholde thoda," Rachna whispered urgently, her eyes wide with desperation. Her cheeks were now a deeper shade of pink, and her discomfort was clear as day. The lecture droned on, but all I could focus on was the unspoken tension between us. I glanced around the room, making sure no one was watching before I leaned down to help her.

I slide my hand down from her back neck opening and my hand fell on her bra hook. I struggle but manage to snap it open. And when i pull out ny hand . My finger tips were red. Rachna let out a sigh of relief so loud that the person in front of her turned around to look. Rachna quickly covered her mouth with her hand and nodded at me, her eyes saying 'thank you'. "Marte marte bachi main," she whispered, her voice now a mix of relief and amusement.

"Abe tera to boobs bada vi nhi hai to bra hi kyu pahanti hai," I joked, trying to ease Rachna's embarrassment. Rachna playfully slapped my arm, "Tere to khud bade hote honge, toh tujhe pta hoga," she quipped back, the tension in the air dissipating slightly. Despite the playful banter, Rachna's cheeks remained flushed, and she kept her hand over the unhooked bra, adjusting herself as subtly as she could.

"Tujhe kya pata jab bina bra pahne hue, nipples hard ho jaye toh kitna awkward lagta hai," she murmured under her breath. I couldn't help but chuckle at Rachna's plight. Her sense of humor in the face of embarrassment was one of the things I admired about her. "Aur running ke time jab bounce hota hai, toh bhool gaya kya?" she added with a playful nudge. "Kya yar, us din main Pragnya ka running dekh raha tha aur tu ab tak mujhe chida raha hai," I teased. Rachna stuck her tongue out at me, a gesture that made me smile despite the heaviness of my own secret.

"Aur uska boob size kam se kam D cup to hoga, teri tarah itni choti B cup nhi ho sakti," I said, trying to keep the conversation light. Rachna rolled her eyes, "Aur mera bhi hota toh dekh lete," she responded with a playful smirk, pushing her chest out slightly.

The class was nearing its end, and Rachna's discomfort was palpable. As the professor wrapped up, Rachna turned to me, "Chalo, break mein main chaloongi washroom se nikal lungi," she said, getting up quickly. I nodded, collecting my things, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation.