Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"I'm thinking of going to the library this weekend to see what else we can learn about this new house of ours." Ganesh looked around the table with a twinkle in his eye. He still had some dust in his messy blond hair even though they were sitting down to dinner. "Who's with me?"


"Sounds interesting, Dad." Shriya chewed her chicken takeout thoughtfully. "What do you want to find?"



Both Anushka and Krishan kept their eyes on their respective plates of food. They'd been uncharacteristically quiet that evening.

Ganesh frowned at them. "Everything alright with you, Anu? Krish?"

They both looked up at him and quickly nodded.

"Yeah, I think the move --" Anushka stopped talking when Krishan accidently cut her off.

"... lots of tests at school, so ..." Krishan looked over at his mother, his cheeks flushed, and he looked back down at his plate. He pushed a cashew around with his fork.

"Well, you two sure are acting strange." Ganesh shook his head and looked at his daughter. "To answer your question, I'd like to know what happened to Vijay Varma and Nayanthara in 1896. And maybe we could get a plan for the house, see what that locked room is all about. I haven't found any keys that might fit that lock. Has anybody else?"

Anushka and Krishan shook their heads and looked off in different directions.

"No, Dad." Shriya chipped in.



"Okay, then." Ganesh scratched at his graying beard and thought about what mysteries lay in the Mansion's past. "Well, I'm going to the library on Saturday. Who else wants to do some digging with me?"

"I will." Shriya raised her hand.

"Maybe I'll use that time for a nap," Anushka said. "I haven't been sleeping well."

"Homework." Krishan glanced at his father quickly.

"Well, it's just you and me then, Shriya." Ganesh sighed.

Shriya happily nodded.

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"You inspire me,  Anushka" Nayanthara looked up from a felt-upholstered wingback chair near the hearth in the main living room. Somewhere in the house a clock chimed two o'clock in the morning. The pale woman read by firelight, placing her finger in the leather-bound book to mark her place as she greeted her visitor. "I hadn't read First Love in a long time. Very inspirational." The pretty woman had her  hair up in a bun, and wore a white, frilly nightgown that went all the way to her ankles. The loose fabric. "And you brought the book back into my house. Well done."



"How?" Anushka looked around the room. She knew that the chimney needed a major cleaning before it would work again, but there was a roaring fire in the fireplace. On the walls, the glassy-eyed heads of a boar, a deer, and a moose stared blankly. The furniture was all wrong, too. The room was filled with ornate and shiny pieces with delicately turned edges. "How did I get here?" Anushka suddenly perceived her nakedness. She found herself dressed only in a pair of white panties. She covered her breasts with both hands.



"You must have walked downstairs, silly." Nayanthara scrunched up her nose in light-hearted mockery. "Please don't cover yourself on my account, darling. I think your ruby-tipped globes are quite divine and I could alight my gaze upon them all night." Nayanthara waited for Anushka to drop her hands. When Anushka persisted in her modesty, Nayanthara smiled, shrugged, and opened the book again. "Suit yourself." She flipped a few pages and stopped. "You really are perfect for this house, sweet Anushka. You brought me back to this book. I wouldn't say First Love started it all, but it did give me ideas about men."



"What are you talking about?" Anushka shivered and walked past Nayanthara to stand by the fire. She felt no added warmth.

"Let me read you a passage." Nayanthara's eyes fell to the pages in her lap. "Ah, here we are. This is from the teenage boy's perspective. Remember, darling, he's in love with an older lady." Nayanthara read: