Raat ke waqt jab shadi ki mehfil jami thi, Kareem Chacha ne poore gaon ke samne Sufiyan ko lalkara. "Ae ladke! Agar tu waqai ustad hai, toh mere is purane 'Hunar' ka muqabla kar. Hum gaon wale system par nahi, hathon ki safai par yakeen rakhte hain."
Sufiyan ne izzat se sar jhukaya. "Chacha, hunar kisi ki milkiyat nahi hota. Main yahan muqabla karne nahi, sirf apne dost ko taiyar karne aaya hoon."
Lekin Kareem Chacha nahi maane. Unhone shart rakhi ki kal subah 'Barat' nikalne se pehle, dono ko ek-ek shaks ka makeover karna hoga, aur gaon ki panchayat faisla karegi ki kiska kaam behtar hai.
Sufiyan ne mahsoos kiya ki uski Silver Scissors achanak thandi pad rahi hain.
[System Warning: Negative Mental Waves from Local Competitor!]
[New Objective: Win the Heart of the Village, Not Just the Contest.]
Suhaliya pareshan thi. "Sufiyan, Kareem Chacha ke paas koi jadu toh nahi, lekin unka asar bohot hai. Agar tum haar gaye toh humein isi waqt Nogawa chhodna padega."
Sufiyan ne apni kainchi ko dhoop mein chamkaya aur muskura kar kaha, "Suhaliya, darr ko hamesha kainchi se kaat dena chahiye. Kal subah Nogawa dekh lega ki Saharanpur ke Sufiyan Malik ka jadu kya hai." Usne poori raat apne system ko update karne aur gaon ke paani aur hawa ke hisab se naye 'Hair Tonics' banane mein guzaar di. Kal ka din Sufiyan ki izzat ka sawal tha.