Sufiyan apne naye salon ki building ke nakshe dekh raha tha, jab bahar ek chamakti hui kaali car ruki. Car se ek mahila utri jisne bade chashme pehne hue the aur chehre par naqaab tha. Woh salon mein dakhil hui aur Sufiyan se kaha, 'Mujhe woh Golden Haircut chahiye jiske charche poore Dubai mein ho rahe hain.'
Sufiyan ne jaise hi apni sunehri kainchi (The Scissors of Yaadhusain) nikaali, kainchi achanak thandi pad gayi aur usne halki si thartharahat (vibration) shuru kar di. Ye ek ishara tha ki koi dushman qareeb hai. Sufiyan ne dhyan se us mahila ki aankhon mein dekha—woh koi aur nahi, balki Ritika thi!
Ritika ne dhire se kaha, 'Sufiyan, tumne socha tha ki tum mujhe block karke sukoon se rahoge? Main yahan tumhari sunehri kainchi aur woh "Secret Recipe Book" lene aayi hoon. Mere peeche woh log hain jo poori duniya ke hair industry ko control karte hain. Agar tumne chupchap woh kitab mere hawale nahi ki, toh tumhara ye naya salon banne se pehle hi raakh (ashes) mein badal jayega.' Sufiyan ne kainchi ko mazbooti se pakda aur bola, 'Ritika, ye kainchi sirf baal nahi katti, ye bure iraadon ko bhi khatam karna jaanti hai!'"