Hypocrite
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Dernière publication mer., févr. 18, 2015
A story about a guy who pretended to be a devoted muslim in front of the crowds, his family and friends but is the opposite of it when there aren't any of them near him. His life completely changed after a girl, Nur Khadijah saw his true nature by accident. He begged the girl to try not to expose his dark secret. But...
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Author's note: Please do critique and give a comment on this story XD I'm not really good at doing stories and I'm kinda bad with english grammar and making sentences myself, so please do correct me if I'm wrong :) and thanks~! Btw this is my first muslim-based-story ^v^
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