The Forced Accidental Hair Massacre

My wife Payal used to study in a school. She had two good friends, Nikita and Shalini. Nikita was getting married, so she got a haircut. When Shalini saw how beautiful Nikita looked after her haircut, she started convincing Payal to get a haircut too. ‘Come on, you’ll look great! Nikita’s getting married, you’ll impress everyone!’ But Payal refused, ‘No, I’m growing my hair out. I’ve had too many haircuts already.’

But Shalini kept insisting, ‘Come on, let’s get a great haircut. You’ll look amazing!’ They took a half-day off from school and went to Shreya Beauty Parlour, a small salon. The stylist, Sneha, asked who wanted a haircut. Shalini pointed to Payal.

Sneha made Payal stand and asked her to put her bag aside. Payal’s hair was tied in a ponytail, which reached her waist. Sneha opened the ponytail, and Payal’s hair fell to her hips. Sneha’s eyes sparkled, ‘Wow, such long hair! We’ll get a lot of hair to cut today!’

Sneha told Payal to come for a hair wash first, saying her hair was very dirty. Payal put her head on the basin, and Sneha applied a lot of shampoo and started washing her hair. Payal’s hair was very thick, so it took a long time. After washing, Sneha applied conditioner and washed it off, then wrapped Payal’s hair in a towel.

Next, Sneha asked Payal to sit in the barber’s chair. Payal sat down, and Sneha started blow-drying her hair. After half an hour, Payal’s hair was smooth, silky, and straight. Sneha put a white cape around Payal’s neck and combed her hair back.

Then, Sneha started partitioning Payal’s hair from the crown to the back. She took the hair from the sides and pulled it back. The hair in the front was combed and brought to the front of Payal’s face. Since Payal’s hair had never been cut before and was all one length, it looked like a black river flowing on the white cape when Sneha brought it to the front.

Shalini, who was standing behind, said, ‘Don’t cut too much!’ But Payal couldn’t see anything. Sneha combed Payal’s hair and started cutting from the chest area. The cut hair fell to the floor. Then, Sneha cut the hair from the lips, and the cut hair fell on Payal’s lap on the white cape.

Payal and Shalini were shocked and said, ‘You’ve cut too much!’ Sneha just said, ‘You people only know how to grow your hair long. Wait and see how great you’ll look after the haircut.’

Now, Payal’s hair was cut in a front layer style, which reached her shoulders. Her lap was full of her silky, smooth, thick hair, and tears were falling from her eyes as she watched her hair being cut mercilessly. Shalini couldn’t do anything, just standing and watching silently.

Sneha then took some hair from the back and cut it to shoulder length, using a guideline from the shoulder. But this made the hair uneven, so she had to cut more to even it out. Payal was like a statue, unable to speak or move, just accepting her fate.

Sneha asked Shalini, ‘How’s the haircut?’ But Shalini was shocked. The hair on both sides was uneven. Shalini said, ‘This is uneven! How did you cut it?’ Sneha said, ‘We’ll fix it, but we’ll have to cut more.’

It was difficult for Payal to hear all this. She didn’t say anything, just sat silently. Shalini said, ‘Okay, fix it, even if you have to cut more.’ Then, Sneha took the remaining uneven hair and cut it from the shoulder. Payal’s condition was such that she wanted to speak but couldn’t.

Now, when Sneha reached shoulder length, she did another trick. She lifted the hair to 90 degrees and started cutting. Then, she lifted it to 45 degrees and cut it. Like this, all the back hair was cut, layer by layer, until it reached shoulder length. Finally, Sneha trimmed the back and front hair.

When Sneha removed the cape and let Payal’s hair down, the entire floor was covered with hair. Shalini and Payal silently left the salon and went home. Payal couldn’t understand what she had done to her hair. Was it her fate or something else? Payal thought she would try to grow her hair long again, but the memory of that terrible haircut would always be in her mind. Every time

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