***South Delhi, Saket, Sai Baba Towers — 11:47 PM***
The sleek black Volvo XC90 slowed to a stop on the bustling street outside Sai Baba Towers. Even at this late hour, the area was alive with the unmistakable pulse of South Delhi's nightlife.
Neon signs flickered in bright pinks, reds, and blues.
Groups of well-dressed people moved between luxury bars and lounges. Expensive cars lined the curbs while flashy sports bikes roared past.
The air carried the mixed scent of hookah smoke, street food, expensive perfume, and alcohol.
Discreetly dressed women and sharp-suited men slipped in and out of shadowy entrances, some heading toward the many hidden motels and private lounges that made this stretch notorious.
The man in the white suit stepped out of the backseat.
He was tall, with long hair neatly tied in a high ponytail that gave him a distinctive, almost artistic look.
His tailored white suit stood out boldly under the neon glow.
