Paris ki chamakti hui raushniyan Sufiyan Malik ki kamyabi ka jashn mana rahi thiin. "Divine Salon" ke naye branch mein Sufiyan ek naye "French Diamond Cut" par kaam kar raha tha. Uska hunar dekh kar bade-bade videshi stylist bhi dang the. System ne usey naye skills diye the, lekin Sufiyan ka dil abhi bhi Noghawa ki galiyon mein bhatak raha tha.
Tabhi salon ka sheeshe wala darwaza zor se khula. Sabir, jo ab Sufiyan ka manager aur dost ban chuka tha, ghabraya hua andar aaya.
"Sufiyan! Kaam roko, koi tumse milne aaya hai," Sabir ki awaaz mein dar saaf dikh raha tha.
Sufiyan ne apni kainchi (scissors) roki aur palta. Saamne ek lamba, gusse mein bhara hua naujawan khada tha. Uska chehra bilkul Suhaliya se milta-julta tha, lekin uski aankhon mein dushmani thi. Ye Arbaaz tha—Suhaliya ka bada bhai.
"Toh tum yahan Paris mein aish kar rahe ho, Sufiyan?" Arbaaz ne nafrat se thooka. "Wahan Noghawa mein tumhare rishtedaron ne tamasha khada kar diya hai. Unhone tumhare purane ghar par kabza kar liya hai aur keh rahe hain ki tumne ye sara paisa galat raste se kamaya hai."
Sufiyan ki mutthi bhinch gayi. "Arbaaz bhai, main yahan mehnat kar raha hoon. Mera salon legal hai."
"Chup kar!" Arbaaz chilla utha. "Meri behen Suhaliya tumhare intezar mein baithi hai, aur tumne yahan apne doston ke saath milkar naya khel shuru kar diya hai? Mere chacha aur tumhare door ke rishtedar—Chaudhary Salamat—Paris aa rahe hain. Wo tumhara ye 'Divine' dhong band karwa denge."
Sufiyan ke dimaag mein system ki awaaz goonji:
[System Alert: New Quest Triggered!]
[Mission: Protect the Honor of Divine Salon from Family Rivals.]
[Reward: Master Skill - Mind Reading (Level 1).]
Sufiyan samajh gaya ki ab ye jung sirf baal kaatne ki nahi, balki apni izzat aur parivaar ki saazishon se ladne ki hai. Usne Arbaaz ki aankhon mein dekha aur kaha, "Theek hai Arbaaz bhai. Agar unhe lagta hai ki wo mera salon chheen sakte hain, toh unhe aane dijiye. Maine ye maqam mehnat se paya hai, kherat mein nahi."