Dulu, aku menganggap kalau istilah 'orang bermuka dua' adalah hal yang negatif. Orang bermuka dua sering diartikan sebagai orang yang menunjukkan sikap yang berbeda kepada satu orang dengan orang yang lain, yang membuat dirinya terkesan nggak konsisten. Pada akhirnya, orang bermuka dua ini dicap sebagai orang yang sok baik karena dia punya sisi baik dan sisi buruk

Nadia lives a quiet life. Obedient daughter. Diligent student. Just another face on the train. But beneath the layers of fabric and silence, something else stirs-a hunger to be seen, to be noticed without speaking, to control how the world imagines her. What begins as a silent thrill-letting a stranger film her on the LRT-spirals into a secret life fueled by attention, obsession, and an anonymous audience online. As her double life deepens, and someone from her real world starts to see through the cracks, Nadia must decide who she really is: the girl they think they know, or the one she's become. A quiet, intense psychological portrait of identity, power, and the cost of being witnessed. All characters, situations, and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual locations or incidents is purely coincidental.

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"

Farah was never meant to be seen. A lawyer, a hijabi, a woman of control-until one photo shattered the illusion and a man named Zharif pulled her into a world she never imagined she'd crave. What began as blackmail became a hunger. What began as shame became surrender. And what began as submission... became her power. This is the story of a woman who let them look. And then asked for more. "All characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental."

semua berubah bila sampai waktunya

*CERITA INI HANYALAH REKAAN DAN FANTASI SAHAJA * Naya si pengawas cantik cuba menegakkan keadilan di sekolah nya namun teraksa berhadapan dengan geng pembuli Ravi dan Siva yang jahat

ana watak utama melalui perjalanan hidup dengan lelaki,sebuah kisah kehidupan yang dijalinkan dengan kelucahan melampau.TIdak sesuai untuk dibawah 21tahun.Perlu kematangan untuk menilai dan membaca.baru belajar menulis.

PERINGATAN!! meangandung unsur dewasa. tidak sesuai untuk dibaca golongan umur 18 tahun kebawah. ini hanya sebuah cerita fantasi saja tdk ada unsur untuk meniru. bila ada yg kenapa" ditanggung pembaca. unsur ini mengandung adegan dewasa. kisah seorang istri/wife yg dari lugu menjadi beda karena suami. dia bernama nia. bila ada typo mohon maaf. karena pasti ada pengetikan kata yg salah. # jangan lupa vote follow saja okey # semoga pembaca senang.

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞Cerita ini ada banyak unsur seks & ganas yang melampau. Oleh itu yg bawah 18 tahun dilarang membaca!🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 "Miss Alissa Anna, congrats you are three weeks pregnant", doktor perempuan india itu meghulurkan tangan untuk berjabat tangan. Your hands are shaking Ms.Anna, are you alright? Miss Anna, can you hear me? Miss...are you ok?.....Miss Anna.... Fikiranku kembali ke peristiwa hitam yang telah menggelapkan masa depanku kini. "Owh baby, you make me so high, i masih tak puas dengan u malam tadi. I nak lagi" lelaki misteri itu melangkah ke arahku. "Tolong encik..lepaskan saya, please." "Lepas? hahahaha.. kalau boleh i nak rogol you tiap-tiap hari." Apa dosaku sehingga benihmu disemai di rahimku tanpa kerelaanku !

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