Abdul Rehman was now trying to learn that strange language, the one in which the mysterious book was written. He spent hours every day going through the pages, trying to understand how the letters were formed, how the sentences were structured. On the other hand, people were still searching for Yousif — Because the princess had told them to search. And Usman... he was also nowhere to be found.
"Usman too? He's missing?" Abdullah asked angrily, his voice rising in frustration.
Qasim had already disappeared, gone without a trace. his closest friend, and now Usman, is also lost. No one knew what was happening. Abdullah's mind was spinning.
"What is going on with these people? Where are they all disappearing to?" he said aloud, pacing the room.
Princess Nayab Pov
Meanwhile...
Far from the noise and chaos, something stirred. Her fingers twitched — ever so slightly — and then, slowly, her eyes fluttered open. After so many days... she was finally regaining consciousness.
Nayab's breathing was shallow, her voice barely above a whisper, but with great difficulty, she managed to speak.
"Father… Abu…" she murmured.
The soldier who had been standing guard outside her room heard the faint voice. His heart skipped a beat. He rushed quickly to call the healer and inform Abdullah.
"The princess... she's awake!" he shouted in excitement.
Within moments, everyone was running toward her chamber. Healer, servants, Abdullah — all rushed to her side. The healer checked her pulse, her breath, her eyes — and then, with a relieved smile, he turned to the others.
"Congratulations!" he said. "Your daughter is finally out of danger. She is going to be fine now. Just a few more days, and she will be able to walk again."
Tears welled up in Abdullah's eyes. He raised his hands in gratitude and whispered words of thanks to Allah.
When Princess Maryam heard the news, she hurried to see her sister. Her heart felt light again for the first time in days. She couldn't believe it — Nayab had returned to them.
A Few Days Later...
Nayab was now able to walk again. Her steps were weak but steady. Her body had healed, and so had the hearts of those who loved her.
The King – POV
In celebration of his daughter's return — safe and sound — and her miraculous recovery, the King of Baghdad announced a grand party.
A celebration unlike any before.
He made it clear: "This is not just for the royals. Every child, every man, every woman — rich or poor — from every corner of Baghdad is invited."
The moment this news spread, the streets came alive with joy. People who had never seen the palace before now dreamed of walking through its gates. It was the first time in the kingdom's history that the common people were allowed into the royal palace for a celebration.
Yousif came too.
Fatima arrived as well.
One by one, familiar faces returned — gathering in honor of the brave and beautiful Shehzadi Nayab.
Qasim – POV
As soon as Qasim heard the news of Nayab's recovery, his heart overflowed with joy.
"Finally…" he whispered to himself. "Finally, I'll be able to see her again…"
It had been days — too many painful days — and yet, he hadn't been able to go visit her even once. He himself had been too weak to walk properly. His injuries had taken a toll on him, both physically and emotionally. One of his arms was still broken, wrapped tightly in cloth, and his legs barely held him up without help.
But in his heart, in his mind, in every waking second… there was only one face — Nayab.
She was the only thought that never left him. Whether his eyes were open or closed, her memory haunted him like a shadow.
And today — the day of the royal celebration — he made a decision. No matter what, he would go.
The Day of the Celebration
With determination in his eyes, Qasim got ready. He dressed slowly, his movements stiff and painful. He leaned on a wooden crutch, trying to balance his steps. His broken hand hung at his side, wrapped carefully. But despite all the pain, he had one purpose — to see her again.
With Fatima and Abdul Rehman at his side, Qasim made his way to the palace where the grand celebration was already in full swing.
The moment he entered, he stood out — not just because of his injuries, but because of the intense look on his face. A mix of pain, strength, and something deeper... unfinished.
From a distance, Abdullah saw him.
His expression changed.
Fury replaced surprise. His eyes narrowed as he walked with heavy steps straight toward Qasim. There was no smile, no welcome — only anger.
He stood in front of Qasim, his voice sharp.
"Where were you?" he demanded.
"You were supposed to protect my daughter. You were supposed to be with her — but you weren't!"
Qasim remained calm. He looked Abdullah straight in the eyes.
"I know…" he replied softly. "I know I failed to protect Princess nayab because i was nor here
Then, he leaned in closer and added in a low voice only Abdullah could hear:
"But I know who the Masked Man is."
Abdullah's eyes widened.
"Give me a little more time," Qasim continued. "I'll find him… and I'll bring him to you — with your own eyes, you'll see him fall."
And then Qasim said something that made Abdullah's mind freeze for a moment.
Still leaning in, he whispered:
"The one you sent after him… the fake thief... he said your men were too weak."
Abdullah stepped back slightly, stunned.
How did Qasim know?
How could he possibly know about the secret person he had sent?
Who had told him? Who was watching?
His mind raced, his heart beating faster.
Qasim, still calm, stood there — injured, exhausted, and yet… still one step ahead.
Question:For reader
If you were in Qasim's place — injured, betrayed, and still blamed — would you have the strength to forgive… or would you chase justice no matter the cost?
Written by
Sabir Ali
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