Saharanpur ke main maidan mein ek bada stage lagaya gaya tha. Ek taraf Master Raven ke high-tech robots the aur dusri taraf Sufiyan Malik, akela, apne hath mein sirf ek mitti ka pyala aur apni chamakti hui kainchi liye.
Poora shehar wahan maujood tha. Judge ke taur par Dubai se Sheikh Zayed ne bhi apne representatives bheje the. Pehla round tha—"Speed vs Soul."
Raven ne ek robot ko bheja jisne 30 second mein ek model ka haircut pura kiya. Kaam perfect tha, lekin model ki aankhon mein koi khushi nahi thi. Wo bilkul ek zinda laash ki tarah lag rahi thi.
Sufiyan ki baari aayi. Usne ek aise aadmi ko chuna jo barson se depression mein tha aur jiske baal bilkul ulajh gaye the. Sufiyan ne apni kainchi chalayi. Awaaz aisi thi jaise koi madhur sangeet baj raha ho.
[Skill Used: Rhythm of Life - Level 1.] [Effect: 50% Stress Reduction in Client.]
Jaise-jaise baal kat-te gaye, us aadmi ka chehra khilne laga. Jab Sufiyan ne aakhri cut lagaya, toh wo aadmi rone laga. "Mujhe... mujhe aisa lag raha hai jaise mere sar se maut ka bojh utar gaya ho." Poora maidan taliyon se goonj utha. Sheikh Zayed ke representative ne nod kiya. Pehla round barabar tha.