Paris ke Grand Arena mein Sufiyan Malik ka naam har taraf goonj raha tha. Gold Medal uske gale mein tha aur poori duniya ki media uski ek jhalak pane ke liye betab thi. Lekin Sufiyan ki nazar apne purane dushman Vikram Khanna par thi, jo kone mein khada gusse se laal ho raha tha.
Sufiyan uske paas gaya aur apni sunehri kainchi uski taraf badhayi. "Vikram sahab, jeet aur haar toh chalti rehti hai, lekin kala (art) kabhi nahi harti. Aaj se hamari academy ki ek branch Paris mein bhi khulegi, aur main chahta hoon ki aap uske pehle guest hon."
Vikram ki aankhon mein sharmindagi thi. Usne haath milaya aur maafi maangi. Sufiyan ka ye bada dil dekh kar system ne achanak ek bada blast kiya.
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[New World Unlocked: The Royal Kingdom of Styling!]
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Sufiyan samajh gaya tha ki ye toh sirf shuruat hai. Ab use aam logon ke baal nahi, balki bade-bade badshahon aur raniyon ke taj (crowns) aur baal design karne honge. Agla safar aur bhi shandaar hone wala tha.