Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Fine ... I'm fine." Anushka thought things over. If Ganesh was here, then what had just happened in the bathroom wasn't a dream. For the first time in her adulthood, Anushka considered the existence of ghosts plausible. Heck, it was a likelihood now. "I was just ... having trouble with the bathroom sink." Anushka smoothed out her dress.





"Oh, really? Let me have a look." Ganesh gave his wife a tender kiss on the cheek and stepped past her toward the open bathroom door.


"No," Anushka shrieked. That specter was in there. And even if she was all hallucination, the dildo was in there. Ganesh would be crushed if he found Anushka using it behind his back. "Let's go work in the tower. Don't ..." She trailed off and hung her head as Ganesh entered the bathroom.


"Jeez, Anushka," Ganesh called out. "You shouldn't leave your things lying around. What if the children wanted to use this bathroom?"


"I ..." Anushka walked toward him. He was taking it better than she thought he would. She arrived at the open door and looked in to find her husband holding her forgotten panties in his right hand. He offered them to her and Anushka reached out and took them. "Sorry, Ganesh. The sink must have distracted me."


"Right, the sink." Ganesh turned the hot tap and then the cold. Water ran into the basin as it should. "Everything seems in order. What was wrong with it?"


Anushka didn't answer him, she looked around the floor for the abandoned dildo, but she couldn't see it.


"Did you lose something else?" Ganesh watched her with bemusement. "Drop your bra, too?"


"No." Anushka shook her head. "I've got everything." The dildo wasn't there. Maybe the ghost had taken it with her to pleasure herself. The thought sent a chill down her spine. "I was just thinking, Ganesh. Maybe we should bring in someone to rid our house of ... unwanted spirits."





"That's crazy, Anu. Did you see a ghost?" Ganesh laughed and placed his hand on his wife's slim shoulder. As funny as this was, she did have a worried look about her.


"Yes ..." Anushka could see he was laughing at her. "I mean no. I don't know."


"Don't be silly. There are no such things as ghosts." Ganesh ushered her out of the bathroom. "Let's stick together and the house won't seem quite so spooky. Right?"


"Right." Anushka didn't know what to think.


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Weeds brushed against the twins' legs as Shriya and Krishan turned the southeast corner of the house. The old, uneven cobble path did its best to turn their ankles, so the twins tread with some caution.


"What do you think the garden looked like in its heyday?" Shriya looked over her shoulder at Krishan as he followed her.


"The Nayantharas probably had servants tend the garden. I bet it was full of flowers and very neatly trimmed." The fresh air around them invigorated Krishan. A stiff breeze blew into their faces from the north. "Thanks for getting me out here, Shriya. I haven't really explored the exterior yet."


"Me neither." Shriya walked around the northeast corner. "Oh, they're beautiful." The rose bush seemed even more prolific viewed from ground level. The flowers were a deep crimson, with large petals nestled together. "Scissors, please."





"Sure." Krishan stopped next to her, fished the scissors he'd brought out of his pocket, and handed them to her. He watched her hop through the weeds over to the rose bush. Her body was so relaxed under her billowing dress and her face carefree as she circled the plant looking for perfect flowers.


"This bush is marvelous, don't you think, Krish?" Shriya reached up with her scissors and snipped a stem, careful not to grab the thorns.


"Yeah, it's nice." Krishan smiled. He felt so removed from all the strange happenings that had gone on inside the mansion next to them. It was both a gnawing worry and a relief. He desperately needed to see Nayanthara again soon. But he also knew that the licentious path he and Anushka traveled would lead to irrevocable events. Krishan didn't want to do anything that would harm his relationship with his loving mother. But even without Nayanthara's prodding, he felt drawn to further things with Anushka. It was all so confusing.


"Who's that?" Shriya gazed toward the northwest corner of the house.


"What?" Krishan slipped out of his reverie and followed her gaze. A tall, square man with a top hat strode toward them with purpose. The hem of his long, velvet jacket just brushed the tops of the weeds below him. His black mustache drooped around the corners of his mouth, and his black eyes seemed to look right through them. Good God, Krishan thought, his eyes were so very black.


"What mischief have you brought upon my garden, you scoundrels?" The man balled his hands into fists by his sides. He was about thirty feet away from the twins.


"Who is that?" Shriya squinted at the man, but squinting didn't make his presence any more logical.


"Let's go." Krishan could see Shriya wasn't about to run, so he stepped over to her and grabbed her free hand in his. Krishan recognized the voice from the night Nayanthara led him down the secret stairs. This was Vijay in the flesh. Or whatever ghosts are made of. "Now, Shriya." As Vijay closed within twenty-five feet, Krishan pulled hard on his sister's hand and they were off and running.


"What's going on, Krish?" Shriya dropped the scissors in the weeds and clutched the roses she'd picked in her right hand. She ran with Krishan back the way they'd come.


"Crazy dude in our garden." They rounded the northeast corner at a sprint. "What's it look like?" Weeds flew by their knees. Neither of the twins looked back.


"Get back here you thieves." Vijay's voice hung in the garden air, reverberating around them. "I'll hunt you down, miscreants."


Krishan hazarded a look over his shoulder. Vijay stood at the corner of the mansion they'd just passed. The man's hands hung stiffly by his sides and his eyes welled hate. Relief filled Krishan, as it seemed Vijay had given up the chase. Just then, Krishan's foot went sideways on a cobblestone and his ankle rolled over. He tumbled into the weeds with a short yelp.


"Come on, Krish. Get up." Shriya bent down and helped him back to his feet. She put his arm around her shoulders and they limp-jogged around the southeast corner of the house. She didn't dare look back.


The twins burst in the front door and slammed it behind them. They leaned their backs against the door and looked at each other with wide eyes.


"That was crazy." Shriya let out a nervous laugh.


Krishan, panting, watched his sister as her laughter picked up until it was an uproarious cackle. He couldn't help himself, he laughed, too.


Their parents, having just left the main floor bathroom, found the twins scuffed, scbangd, bleeding, and sharing what seemed like either a hilarious or insane moment.


"What happened to you?" Anushka rushed up to Krishan. The right knee of his pants was torn and blood stained the fabric. He wasn't putting any weight on his right ankle. She looked to her daughter, where blood dripped from her right fist as she clutched the thorny rose stems tightly.


"Some ... guy ... chased us." Shriya's laughter slowed. "With a ... top hat."


"Oh my, Gosh." Anushka bent down and moved Krishan's arm from his sister's shoulders to hers. "Just now?"


The twin's laughter died completely.


"In the garden." Shriya nodded.


"It's okay, Mom." Krishan looked up into his mom's soft brown eyes. "He wasn't very fast." His blond hair fell down over his forehead and into his eyes.


"Let's get you cleaned up," Anushka said to Krishan. "Ganesh, can you see if the man is still outside?"


"On it." Ganesh ran to the study and came back out with a wood baseball bat. He opened the door and jogged outside.


"Shriya, pumpkin, you better toss out those flowers and clean your hand off." Anushka helped her limping son toward the bathroom.


A minute later, Ganesh reentered the house and slammed the massive front door behind him. "No one there." He breathed hard from the run around the house. "You two sure you saw somebody?"


"Clear as day," Shriya said. "You must have scared him off, Dad."


"Hhhmmmm." Ganesh looked at his wife and Krishan as they disappeared toward the bathroom. "Where are you going, Anu?"


"I'm taking care of Krish, Ganesh." Anushka got Krishan into the bathroom, sat him on the toilet lid, and closed the door.


"Okay, I guess." Ganesh looked over to his daughter as she marched off toward the kitchen. "Where are you going?"


"To put these in water." Shriya held up the roses. Their ruby hue matched the blood that trickled down her arm. "And to clean my hand off. Turns out, thorns are sharp."


"Every rose has its thorns, Shriya." Ganesh locked the front door and followed her into the kitchen. "I'll keep you company."


"Thanks, Dad." Shriya walked into the kitchen and headed for the sink.


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