Ritika Rao 1 The building looked innocent enough from the outside—three floors of faded pink walls, a rusty blue gate, and a peeling nameplate that read Leelamma PG for Gents & Others. Rohan Nambiar stood at the gate with his duffel bag in one hand and a sinking feeling in his stomach. After a brutal breakup, a client ghosting him on payments, and being evicted from a decent flat due to an “accidental” toaster fire, this paying guest accommodation in the middle of Koramangala was all he could afford. He had found it through a very enthusiastic post on a…