"Raat ke do baj rahe the. Shorapur ki sadkon par sannata tha, par Sufiyan ke salon ke peeche do saaye mandra rahe the. Sabir ne apne sath ek mahir chor ko bheja tha. Unke hath mein aari aur lock-picking tools the.
Jaise hi unhone piche ka darwaza khola, unki nazar seedha us sunehri kainchi par padi jo counter par chamak rahi thi. Chor ne lalach mein apna hath aage badhaya, lekin jaise hi usne 'The Scissors of Yaadhusain' ko chune ki koshish ki, ek zor ka jhatka (electric shock) laga!
Woh sunehri kainchi khud-ba-khud hawa mein thoda upar uthi aur usme se ek aisi tez sunehri roshni nikli jisne poore salon ko din ki tarah roshan kar diya. Chor chillate hue bahar bhaga. Udhar ghar mein sote hue Sufiyan ki aankh khul gayi. Usey mehsoos hua ki uske Dada ki nishani usey pukar rahi hai. Sufiyan apni purani lathi uthakar salon ki taraf dauda. Kya woh Sabir ko range hathon pakad payega?"