Sufiyan ne Princess Sarah ke baalon ko chhua. Achanak, uske dimaag mein system ki ek pur-asrar (mysterious) awaaz goonji.
[System Warning: Emotional Parasite Detected!]
[Status: Princess's hair is not damaged by pollution, but by a curse of silence.]
Princess ne aaine mein dekha. "Sufiyan, kya tum dekh sakte ho? Mere baal har roz thode aur safed ho rahe hain. Mere dushman chahte hain ki main apni khoobsurati kho doon taaki main agni Queen na ban saku."
Sufiyan ne apni Silver Scissors nikaali. "Princess, aaj hum sirf baal nahi kaatenge, hum us darr ko kaatenge jo aapke andar hai."
Sufiyan ne ek aisi technique use ki jo usne Paris mein seekhi thi—[The Mirror Dance]. Wo aaine ke charon taraf aise ghumne laga jaise koi raqs (dance) kar raha ho. Uski kainchi ki awaaz kisi sangeet (music) jaisi thi. Har cut ke saath, Princess ke baalon se ek kaala dhuaan nikal raha tha jo sirf Sufiyan ko dikh raha tha.
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