The Unsung Warrior Of Baghdad: Mysterious Magical Stones Quest

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Days passed, and Zafar concocted a cunning plan to steal gold from Ali.

In the grand courtroom, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Suddenly, Zafar burst in with a flourish.

"I have prepared a blueprint for a magnificent golden tower," he proclaimed, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "This was the vision of the late king, but back then, Baghdad lacked the gold necessary for such a marvel. Now, Ali, you can contribute the gold we need!"

Ali, sensing the underlying scheme, frowned. "No, I will not squander my gold on a foolish venture."

Yasmine interjected, her voice steady. "You don't have to give it away for free. We will compensate you with gold coins."

Ali laughed, an arrogant sneer crossing his face. "Gold? How much? Ten lakhs? Ten million? To construct such a tower, you'll need at least fifty million gold coins!"

Yasmine's confidence remained unshaken. "Baghdad is not as poor as you think."

The wealth minister chimed in, "We only have ten million gold coins in the treasury."

Ali and his family erupted into laughter.

Yasmine, undeterred, declared, "I will build the golden tower at any cost!"

Ali smirked, "Then you can mortgage the castle to me and use the ten million for construction."

Yasmine agreed, her resolve unbroken, while Zafar plotted his next move.

Meanwhile, in a quiet corner of the palace, Sarah brought food to Pravin. They fed each other tenderly, their connection evident. Suddenly, a monkey appeared, and Sarah, thinking it was hungry, offered it a banana. The monkey tossed it aside, prompting Pravin's instincts to kick in. He followed the monkey, armed with a bow and arrows, sensing trouble.

The monkey darted up a tree, and Pravin overheard Zafar's voice nearby.

"Woah! I've never seen such wealth in my lifetime! I will steal it and find a way to become powerful!" Zafar exclaimed, seated in a chariot laden with gold.

In an instant, Pravin shot fire arrows toward Zafar. The flames crackled dangerously close, causing Zafar to panic. Just then, a downpour began, dousing the fire. Zafar looked up, smiling at the sky, but his relief was short-lived as he spotted Pravin approaching.

As Pravin attempted to introduce himself, a thunderbolt struck Zafar's eyes, blinding him. Pravin rushed to help, bringing Zafar to the hospital, where Yasmine and Ali followed anxiously.

"What happened?" Yasmine asked, worry etched on her face.

"I heard someone shouting and found Zafar in the fire. I tried to get water, but the rain came just in time. I went to check on him, but then the lightning struck," Pravin explained, his voice steady.

The doctor's somber tone pierced the air. "His vision is completely lost. He will be blind forever."

Shock washed over the room, except for Pravin, who had sensed it coming. Zafar, enraged, lunged for the doctor with a dagger, but Pravin intercepted him.

"Don't worry, Zafar... I mean, Lord Zafar," Ali interjected smoothly. "There is a way to restore your sight."

Zafar's curiosity piqued. "How?"

Ali leaned in, his voice low. "Someone special to you must carry you on a pilgrimage to the mosque, fast, and pray for divine intervention."

Zafar, despairing, replied, "I have no one special."

Yasmine stepped forward, her resolve firm. "I will carry you to the mosque."

Gasps echoed around the room. Pravin was taken aback by her offer, yet a plan began to form in his mind.