Aarav Malik The Flatmate Interview from Hell Neil Patel had never considered himself particularly unlucky. He had a stable job, a reliable (if slightly moldy) flat in West London, and a wardrobe that was ninety percent navy blue. But when his longtime flatmate Raj moved out—citing “creative differences” after one too many passive-aggressive notes about unwashed dishes—Neil found himself diving headfirst into a living nightmare: interviewing strangers from the internet. It began on a Tuesday. Neil had placed a straightforward ad on a flatmate website. No smokers, no party animals, no pets that bark, bite, or recite Sanskrit. Just a…