In the bustling city of New Delhi, a woman named Priya worked as a hairdresser in a popular salon. She was known for her nimble fingers and her ability to transform any mop of hair into a masterpiece. One day, a man named Ravi walked into the salon, seeking a fresh haircut.
Priya greeted Ravi with a warm smile and led him to her station. She draped a cape over him and studied his hair. “You have beautiful hair,” she said, running her fingers through his thick, black locks. “It’s a shame to cut it.”
Ravi chuckled. “I’m glad you think so. But I need a change.”
