Intehai Junooniyat Novel By Mehwish Ali (PDF Download)

The golden years of America’s golden evening were afraid of falling on Salar Mahal. Today again it was as if he had a panic attack. Everything in the room was empty. The cold blue eyes were dangerously red. The red lips were tightly pressed against each other. Such that the blue veins of the white neck became very clear—the most expensive thing brought from different countries. He was frantically beating the mirrors and walls. Which was scattered and divided into pieces and was crying for its worthlessness. If they give money for things to a poor person, they may not called to become poor themselves.The whole room was full of broken glass. The smell of broken precious perfumes scattered in the room wafted out of the window and scattered throughout the palace, permeating the ever-present terror.