Nogawa pahunchte hi shadi ka hungama shuru ho gaya tha. Arshad ka ghar mehmaanon se khachakhach bhara tha. Dhool, dholak ki thap aur logon ka shor—ye sab Sufiyan ke liye Paris ke sukoon se bilkul alag tha.
Arshad ne Sufiyan ko gale lagaya. "Bhai, suna hai tumne toh videsh (abroad) mein jhande gaad diye hain! Lekin yahan mere baal aur dadhi dekh lo, bilkul junglee lag raha hoon." Arshad ke baal waqai kafi sakht aur bikhre huye the.
Sufiyan ne apna setup gaon ke ek purane dulaan (veranda) mein lagaya. Jaise hi usne apna "Divine Kit" khola, gaon ke log hairan reh gaye. "Arey, ye kaisa barber hai jiske paas chamakti hui kainchi hai?" ek buzurg ne taana maara.
[System Analysis: High Humidity & Dust detected.]
[Adjusting Tool Precision: 85% → 100% for Village Conditions.]
Sufiyan ne kaam shuru kiya. Usne Arshad ke baalon par ek khaas desi tail (oil) lagaya jo usne system ke [Alchemy Lab] se banaya tha. Jaise-jaise kainchi chal rahi thi, wahan maujood log khamosh hote gaye. Arshad ka chehra jo thakan se murjhaya hua tha, achanak ek shehzade ki tarah nikharnay laga.
Tabhi, Suhaliya ne peeche se aakar dheere se kaha, "Sufiyan, dhyan se. Gaon ka purana nai (barber), Kareem Chacha, tumse bohot jalta hai. Usne kaha hai ki tum sirf dikhava karte ho aur tumhare hath mein wo barkat nahi jo purane logon mein thi." Sufiyan ne Kareem Chacha ki taraf dekha jo door khada gusse mein apni purani kainchi tez kar raha tha. Muqabla ab Saharanpur vs Nogawa hone wala tha.