The Unsung Warrior Of Baghdad: Mysterious Magical Stones Quest

End of the Tale

Yasmine stood tall, her brow furrowed with concern as she spoke, "Zafar has escaped from us and gone to Egypt." The room erupted in laughter, their confidence unwavering.

Chand, a mischievous glint in his eye, responded, "That is part of our plan, Sultana."

Sarah, standing beside them, interjected, "We have bought both the castle and the golden tower. In the first agreement, he clearly read it about the mortgage and signed it, but in the second agreement, his cunning made him blind. He doesn't see that both the castle and the golden tower will be owned by you, Sultana."

Sarah gave Pravin an indifferent look, her eyes betraying a hint of exasperation.

Pravin understands Sarah's look, sighed deeply and turned to Ali. "It's true, I found your sister's innocence frustrating at times, but I love her because she brought me a kind of joy and happiness that no one else ever could."

As Pravin spoke, Sarah's cheeks flushed with warmth, knowing how deeply he cared for her. She forgive him for taking Yasmine for private conversation.

Meanwhile, in the majestic castle of Egypt, Zafar arrived with five tons of gleaming gold bars, expecting a grand reception. Instead, he found himself surrounded by guards, with the king approaching him menacingly. Suddenly, a bird swooped down, delivering a message to the king.

The paper bore Pravin's handwriting, declaring, "The plan worked, and the fool is coming to Egypt."

Zafar smirked defiantly. "I will tell your Godfather our secret," he threatened.

The king raised an eyebrow, curious. "What secret?" He pointed toward a girl nearby, his eyes darkening.

"I saw you with her," Zafar sneered, recalling the king's affair with a poor girl.

The king continued, his voice dripping with arrogance, "I know secrets will be weaknesses soon. By Ali's help, I've asked the Godfather and once the poor girl is now the queen of Egypt."

In a sudden burst of chaos, Zafar unleashed smoke grenades, disappearing into the fog without the gold bars. The king sent a message to Pravin, informing him of Zafar's escape. This king was the one who had loved Yasmine in another timeline, but fate had kept them apart in this one.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Zafar took refuge in a dark cave, seething with rage as his plans unraveled. Deep within, a priest whispered ancient secrets about a powerful stone for freedom. Zafar's lips curled into a smile as he contemplated the possibilities.

Days turned into weeks, and Sarah prepared for her wedding, dressed as a radiant bride in a stunning gold gown that made her appear like a golden statue. Pravin's eyes widened in awe at her beauty, feeling utterly captivated for the first time.

"Why do you arrange the marriage in such a hurry?" Sarah whispered as she approached him. "I look a little fat in this dress. You told me, we'd marry after we kill Zafar. What happened to that?"

Pravin hesitated, the weight of fear gripping his heart. "I've overcome my fear that he will-"

Before he could finish, Sarah placed a gentle hand over his mouth, her eyes softening. "Because of you and your love," she said, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

Pravin continued, "But I have another problem that you will understand soon."

The priest raised his hand, calling for silence as he began the wedding ritual. The air was thick with anticipation. When the ceremony concluded, Pravin and Sarah's love was transformed into a sacred union.

Two months passed, and Zafar, relentless in his pursuit of power, blackmailed several countries to amass a formidable army. He marched toward Baghdad, prepared for war. Pravin, facing the threat, drew inspiration from the legendary Mansa Musa, the richest king who had turned foes into allies with gold.