Mafiya: A Slow Burn Romance
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Last published Mon, Jul 6, 2026
This story is a school mafia romance that contains two powerful love stories. The first story follows an enemies-to-lovers journey filled with obsession, rivalry, and intense emotions.The second love story focuses on two broken hearts who slowly heal each other, finding comfort, trust, and peace together.Both grows through understanding, healing, and emotional support.
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