Sufiyan ka private jet jab Oria ke golden runway par land hua, toh wahan ka manzar dekh kar Ira ki aankhen fati reh gayi. Charon taraf pahad the aur unke beech mein ek sunehra mahal (Palace) jo dhoop mein chamak raha hai.
[System Notification: Royal Map Unlocked!]
[New Environment: High Pressure & High Reward Zone.]
Mahal ke andar dakhil hote hi, ek buzurg shakhs ne unka istaqbal kiya. Uska naam Minister Zorawar tha. "Sufiyan Malik, aapka naam humne suna hai. Lekin Princess Sarah ke baalon ko chuna koi khel nahi hai. Agar aapne ek bhi galti ki, toh aapka career khatam ho sakta hai."
Sufiyan ne muskura kar apni kainchi wala bag kas liya. "Zorawar sahab, jahan khatra hota hai, wahan Sufiyan Malik ka hunar aur bhi nikharta hai."
Princess Sarah ke kamre ka darwaza khula. Wo ek aisi larki thi jiske baal ghutno tak lambe the, lekin unki halat bohot kharab thi—rookhe aur be-jaan. Princess ne aaine mein dekhte huye kaha, "Kayi log aaye aur nakaam laut gaye. Kya tum mere in baalon mein phir se jaan daal sakte ho?"
Sufiyan ne apna system scan kiya.
[System Scan: Emotional Damage detected. The hair reflects the Princess's sadness.]
[Solution: Soul-Heal Styling Technique.]
Sufiyan ne Ira ko ishara kiya ki wo special oils nikaale. Aaj baal nahi, ek Princess ka dil jeetna tha.