Gadis muda dari Rawang yang bekerja kali pertama selepas SPM. Sebagai pekerja di bahagian dapur supaya selamat. Tetapi tiada keselamatan di Lembah Kelang untuk anak-anak dara yang tidak dijaga sentiasa. Dan Syila berubah dan mula menikmati kehidupan baru. Semua oleh kerana PKP.

*SEGALA CERITA DAN MATERIAL DI DALAM HANYALAH SEKADAR REKAAN DAN FANTASI SAHAJA * Eva pegawai imegresen yang berani cuba membanteras pendatang haram tetapi bertemu dengan geng pendatang haram yang jahat dan ganas....

In the heart of Malaysia, where the heat of the day clung to every surface and the hum of cicadas echoed through industrial parks, the warehouse buzzed with its usual rhythm-boxes thudding onto conveyor belts, forklifts groaning under weight, and radios playing softly in the background. Among the workers, Ifah moved like a whisper, her hijab neatly pinned, her loose uniform doing little to hide the curves beneath it. She worked the late shift, when the shadows deepened and the air turned thick, and that's exactly how she liked it. There was something about the silence after hours that stirred something in her-a secret thrill. Alone among the tall racks of inventory, under the flicker of fluorescent lights, Ifah felt more than just solitude. She felt seen. Watched. Desired. Whether it was fantasy or some deeper craving, she couldn't help herself anymore. Every time she walked past the row of security cameras mounted high on the walls, a little smile played at the corner of her lips. What would they see if she let go? Tonight, the fantasy crossed the line into reality. She waited until the floor manager made his rounds and disappeared to the breakroom. The warehouse cameras were always recording, but Ifah had learned their blind spots well over the months. She found herself standing in aisle 17, between pallets of unboxed mannequins and display setups from a nearby fashion exhibit. The irony wasn't lost on her-art meant to be displayed, just like her growing desire. With a slow, trembling breath, Ifah slipped off her vest. Her fingers brushed the hem of her blouse, inching it up just enough to feel the cool air hit her bare skin. The risk was intoxicating. Her heart pounded. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could watch later. That was the thrill. That was what she needed. "All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental"

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