Inside the cab, Rohit couldn't stop frowning as he looked at the address again. It was in Chanakyapuri, Delhi's elite diplomatic enclave, a highly guarded area filled with government-allotted estates and foreign embassies. Security here was among the tightest in the city.
Masato Fujimura was clearly not a government diplomat, yet he had secured a residence in this area. That alone spoke volumes about his power and influence.
And he wants to meet me… Why?
As expected, the entrance was heavily regulated by Delhi Police checkposts. But once they reached the designated lane, private security took over by sharp-looking Japanese guards in professional black suits.
The residence itself was a single-storey compound designed in elegant zen architecture. Even the trees, pathways, and landscaping followed the same minimalist aesthetic.
A guard greeted him at the gate with a polite bow.
"Fujimura-sama has been expecting you, Sir. Please follow me."
