seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from Peru
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
Masterlist
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Unsaid Things - Part 1
The silk bedsheet creased under Aishwarya’s overstretched arm. For the next few minutes, she lay still. Her fingers brushed the tassels. She pulled the pillow close, then let go and slid out of bed.
After changing into loungewear, Aishwarya picked up a book, turned a page, then flicked it back. In the walk-in, she caught her reflection in the mirror and licked her lips. She tapped a lipstick but picked a lip balm. She walked back into the bedroom, brows knitted, pausing before the French windows still hidden behind heavy drapes. A touch slid the curtains to the edges. The petunias along the railing lifted the pink and grey of the room. But her eyes caught the knotted balcony swing, still. Aishwarya walked to the main door, turned the door latch, but let it go. She took off her joggers to slip into her Kolhapuris.
Stepping outside, she tried remembering the names of the two girls skating on the track, but a rolling ball distracted her. Aishwarya’s attention shifted to a child walking a poodle. Maybe I should get one. Every day, she walked to the end of their wing to grab her morning usual. At the takeout counter, Aishwarya stood facing the park with one leg resting against the wall. Nearby, a child squeaked excitedly as the mother struggled to get him in the car. On the other side, the father stood patiently by the door. Family outing, huh. Typical Sundays. She glanced around at the whirring sound. The condo valet had arrived. She set her coffee in the holder and pulled out of the driveway for her parlour appointment. By the time the services ended, a calm smile had settled on her lips. She stood in front of the mirror, her eyes squinting. “Umm… hair check, skin check, nails check. Thanks for the lovely eye make-up.” “You are welcome, Ma’am.” “Have a good day,” she waved at the staff. The sunlight hit hard as she stepped into the arcade. Adjusting her aviator, she crossed over to the store opposite. “Hi.” Aishwarya greeted the SA. “This dress caught my attention. Do you have it in another shade?” “I am afraid not. Would you try this instead?” The SA pulled a dress from the rack. “It matches your Birkin Picnic,” her eyes twinkled. A boy appeared with a glass of sherbet. “Yes, I would like to try it.” Aishwarya left the store wearing the new dress. She was taking out her car keys when a voice called from behind. “Excuse me.” Not a voice she recognised.
My heart is a graveyard , filled with unsaid things and broken dreams. - ameera
The quote "My heart is a graveyard, filled with unsaid things and broken dreams" by Ameera is a poignant reflection of the pain and sorrow that can come from holding onto unexpressed emotions and unfulfilled aspirations. It speaks to the idea that the heart can be a repository for the things we are unable to say or achieve, and that these unresolved feelings can weigh us down and haunt us like ghosts. This quote may resonate with those who have experienced loss, disappointment, or unrequited love, and it highlights the importance of finding ways to express our feelings and pursue our dreams before they become buried in the graveyard of our hearts.
Hi all
This was the first ever blog I have written
I wish I had a chance to explain myself, my unacceptable behaviour, say the unsaid, walk over my impulses...
I love you, not like that; I miss you, our friendship; I didn't mean to sound needy then, I've never had a proper breakup, this is a first for me, trying just to be over everything that happened between us, it's been hard to kill the hope, but I think I needed to screw up to do it, because it's gone now, it really is, it's almost as if our story is becoming just dreamlike memories, and, to be quite honest, I really do feel happy about it, it does not hurt anymore. I saw a thing you wrote for your friends, guess I'm not even that, felt a bit sad about it, but even tho my thumbs were aching to text a reply, I decided not to. I have decided to respect the silence between us, until maybe one day our friendship can speak again. T.U.H.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
To A.
I’m so sorry. I wish I knew a way I could actually tell you that but there never seems to be the right time and I know if I did you would be so hurt. Because to admit that I’m sorry would be to acknowledge your feelings for me and it would mean that I’d have to explain that they’re not reciprocated whatsoever. Its almost like as long as neither of us acknowledge it its like it never happened and we can pretend that nothings going to change. Our friends told us both that we need to say something, though, and we both know its true. I just don’t want to hurt you because you are one of the kindest, most caring people I’ve met in a while and I don’t want to do anything that will ruin the relationship we have. And I’m sorry that I can’t muster up the courage to tell you any of this.
Love, JN
The problem with unsaid things
