***South Delhi, Saket, Sai Baba Towers – 22nd Floor 12:30 PM***
Rohit remained seated inside the taxi for a few extra seconds, quietly observing the towering commercial building through the window.
This particular part of South Delhi was infamous for its nightlife. Private bars, luxury spas, lounges, and discreet motels filled the surrounding streets, catering to wealthy clients looking to waste money, hide affairs, or conduct business better left undocumented.
At this hour, however, most of the building appeared lifeless. The neon signs were dim, shutters remained half-closed, and the corridors behind the glass looked almost deserted.
Except for one establishment on the fifth floor.
Kuruyami.
Its black-and-gold logo remained illuminated even in broad daylight.
Rohit narrowed his eyes before paying the taxi fare and stepping out onto the pavement.
The moment he entered the building, his gaze shifted toward an antique store positioned near the entrance.
