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It was an apartment. On its seventh floor, there lived a man who was short, plump but always used to wear a white t-shirt with a red cap. His hair was in the backside, but otherwise-bald. He was our 'Sh!t Star'- Sunny Khan. On the other hand, there were portraits, medals and awards. As he was cooking with a saucepan, suddenly his cellphone rang.

"Hello" said Sunny.

"Have you sent your photo to the marriage bureau?" asked a deep-voiced man.

"Yes, I did" said Sunny.

"Our younger sister had chosen you for a groom" said the deep-voiced man.

"Seriously?" asked Sunny.

"Yes, you can come in" said deep-voiced man.

After he took the address, he was jumped with joyfulness and danced such that the whole apartment turned into an earthquake. He danced as such that he wore a cap, a round sunglass, red t-shirt and an underwear-sized red paint. He wore a large headphone as such that everyone stared to stare at him such as an old, dead-horse looked young.

As he reached the to-be-bride's home, they saw seven men who wore a classy suit, tie, pants and a mafia hat. Sunny got out from an Old Lamborghini Car. When the leader of the other six men saw Sunny's odd appearance, his facial expressions turned as if he could not recognize Sunny. The house was more like a bungalow, had wide windows and a stair for an entrance.

"Who the rotten-eggs are you?" asked the leader.

"I am the groom?" said Sunny.

"A clown like you?" laughed the leader.

"Hey!! I am the Superstar Sunny Khan!" said Sunny arrogantly but in a cartoonish way.

"Oh, sorry, come in, sir" said the leader.

Sunny entered and saw a shy but beautiful young girl with a red cloak was sitting on the sofa. The room was fully empty, except for two long sofas opposite to each other. When Sunny looked at the girl, he was so excited that the girl looked at him as if she looked at someone of her grandfather's age.

"Hey dear, look I like you, you like me, hope you'll understand" said Sunny.

"Where's your grandson?" asked the girl.

"Probably, you did not recognize me, I am that guy in that photograph" said Sunny.

She looked at the photo as a hazel-eyed, handsome young man with a white shirt in a black-and-white background.

"Bros!" shouted the girl angrily.

"What's wrong? Darling sister?" asked the leader.

When the seven men looked at Sunny's younger photo, they got so pissed of that Sunny got scared and smiled by cracking his teeth.

"You put the photo of your younger-self in the marriage bureau and showed up as an old haggard clown? Wow! You know? You might have a nice massage in our humble home" said the leader.

Sunny was so scared that the men massaged him to death. His bone was so broken that he had to run away towards his home. He hid himself with fifteen blankets. His manager, a young, dark-skinned and handsome man came into his bedroom.

"Sir, what happened?" asked the manager.

"Damra, if anyone comes to meet me, tell them that I am out of the country" said Sunny.

After Sunny explained the incident to his manager, Damra, the seven men came into his apartment.

"Where's your sir?" asked the leader.

"He's on his bedroom, hiding" said Damra.

The seven men took out a wooden, polished stick and rushed into his bedroom. They hit that poor Sunny too hard that his voice changed in high-pitch.

"Forgive me, sir! For the first time in my life, I declare that I will not marry anyone!" said Sunny. They stopped hitting the shit out of him that he forgot to go to the toilet the next day. He was bedridden.

Damra took an envelope and lend it to Sunny. As Sunny opened the envelope and saw the letter, he read:

Dear Mr. Khan,

We are about to inform you that we have not received any dues. As it is the final straw, if you do not submit our dues, your house will be vacant by afternoon at 4 O Clock. Thank you for being informed.

Sunny did not took seriously about the letter. He was lazy, otherwise-a delusional man. His mental trauma was developed because of his later unsuccessful films and now, he was even forgotten by the 'new generation'. Therefore, in reality he's now a poor man living like a rich person.