Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Okay." Anushka nodded. "I just think we need to follow up with somebody else. There has to be someone there that can help us."

"No more Samatars?" Shriya sat cross-legged on the floor.

"No, we'll have them back, too." Anushka nodded. "I just want to get as much help as our budget will allow."

"What's our budget?" Shriya was surprised they had money for this.

"Well ..." Anushka coughed. "Zero?"

"Maybe we could put a few thousands into this," Ganesh said.

Anushka smiled at her husband and mouthed thank you. "Speaking of the Samatars, I've been meaning to ask who removed the symbol by the locked door?"

Hansika raised her hand on the end of the couch. "The sugar on the floor? I accidently stepped on that, so I cleaned it up."

"It was salt." Anushka eyed her daughter-in-law. The woman seemed even more shy around her than usual. "Did you clean any other symbols?"

Hansika shook her head.



"Well, I know it was an accident, but I'd like us all to leave the symbols be. Okay?" Anushka sighed. She wondered if that destroyed symbol was why Nayanthara was free to move about the house last night.

"Great job." Karun glared at his wife. "I told you Mom wanted to leave those things where they were." Karun reclined in a plush chair and moved his eyes back to his phone. "So, you're serious about these ghosts, Mom? Are you into this too, Dad?"

"Well, I want to make everyone comfortable." Ganesh nodded. "And I have had some odd feelings in this house."

Hansika felt bad about upsetting Anushka and her husband. Her confusion about the conversation just added to her stress. Tears filled her eyes. She stood and rushed out of the room. She still had on her saree. The hem of it swished behind her as she moved. She stopped in the hallway and waited, hoping her husband would come to check and see if she was okay. When he didn't come out, tears really began flowing down her cheeks. She put her hands on her face and walked past the front door and eventually turned into the library. She found a comfortable chair and sat down. She felt so fragile since that crazy dream last night.

"Don't worry, dearie. They'll forgive you." A soft woman's voice carried through the room.

Hansika was suddenly very aware how little attention she'd paid her surroundings as she walked into the library. She removed her hands from her watery, eyes and brushed her blonde hair away from her face. Across from her in a chair sat a woman in a long, flowing dress. The woman sat very straight, and watched her with an expectant smile. Hansika took in the woman's hair, freckles, and swollen belly. It was the lady from her dream. Was she dreaming again?

 

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." The woman's smile was sympathetic and reassuring. " Anyway, Anushka will forgive your little cleaning spree. As for me, I'd like to thank you. You've done me a service and I intend to make recompense." The woman tilted her head and winked a green eye at Hansika.

"Who are you?" Hansika realized she'd been holding her breath. She exhaled.

"I am Mrs. Nayanthara ." Nayanthara's smile broadened. Her face filled with warmth and generosity. 

Hansika's tears dried. "I married Karun. I'm Hansika."

"A splendid acquaintance met." Nayanthara looked at a book she held open in her lap. "This is First Love . Do you know it?"

"I ... I ... don't read very much." Hansika started to feel faint again.

"A pity. A lovely woman reintroduced it to me recently." Nayanthara brushed her fingertip along the page, looking for a particular line. "I do believe it played a not inconsequential part in her fall."

"Her fall?" Hansika couldn't understand what was happening.



"Ah, here it is." Nayanthara read aloud, "No! I cannot love people whom I find that I look down on. I need someone who would himself master me, but then, goodness me, I shall never come across anyone like that. I will never fall into anybody's clutches, never, never." Nayanthara looked up from the book. "That is you, is it not? You looked to your good husband to master you, but he cannot. You seek to fall into someone's clutches, but fear opportunities passed."

"Karun?" Hansika rubbed at her temples. "No. He ... I mean ... yes ... he takes care of me."

"You missed the mark when you picked him, but not by much. Where Karun fails another would succeed."

"Krishan?" Hansika arched her eyebrows in disbelief. "You're crazy. He's like my little brother."

"I can give you everything you've missed by wedding the lesser, dearie." Nayanthara closed the book and leaned in her chair closer to Hansika. "Pleasure you hadn't dreamed of. Belonging. Protection. You need only make the bond. You see, we paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation."



"I don't know what that means." Hansika instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, closing herself off to this woman.

"It means." Nayanthara stood, walked over to Hansika, and lightly touched her pink cheek with a frigid finger. "If you say yes to my offer, I will change your life for the better. Do say yes."

"No."

"Very well." Nayanthara dropped her hand and walked toward the door. "I thought you might have better sense than that." She stopped in the doorway and looked back. "I've had a thought. Let me give you a little taste of the world on the other side." Nayanthara chuckled to herself and disappeared down the hall.



~~

Krishan had watched Hansika leave the living room. He could tell she was crying, but no one else seemed to notice or care. He sat and listened to his family discuss how to rid the house of its haunting, but he stayed silent. The last thing he wanted was a successful exorcism.

After a while, Krishan stood and quietly exited the room. No one seemed to notice his exit either. He walked down the hall, checking rooms. Hansika's beauty and her pitying kindness toward Krishan made her difficult to talk to. But he did want to check on her.