Hazrat Nizamuddin Railway station

PS: if you're looking for TLDR, sorry I can't provide one, you can read whole or can just leave cuz I'm here explaining what I felt and experienced. --- I wanted to rent a room for a night, and I recently went to Agra for my UP PCS prelims exam. After the exam in Agra, I traveled to Delhi. I took a train from Agra to Delhi, arriving at Hazrat Nizamuddin railway station on the night of December 22nd, around 10 pm. Nizamuddin station is where premium trains, such as the Tejas Express, Shatabdi, and Rajdhani, stop. These trains come from Mumbai and other parts of the country. When I reached, I decided to find a place to stay for the night, as I had a check-in at a nice hotel in Nirman Vihar on the morning of December 23rd. I just wanted to spend the night before my check-in. As I walked out of Hazrat Nizamuddin station, I noticed that the area had several guesthouses, many located in narrow alleyways between buildings. This was not my first trip to Delhi; it was my 6th trip. I had already experienced the area before, and I knew how the street hustlers and hotel workers would approach you. On my first visit, a girl named A came to pick me up, and when we were walking together, a man approached us and asked, "Do you want a room?" At the time, I was surprised because it was a very strange question to ask. After that visit, A and I would often take the train, and she would drop me off at Hazrat Nizamuddin. One time, while she was on her way back from dropping me off at the station, a man approached her on the same street and asked, "Do you want a room?" She then told me later that she believed someone had stolen 500 rupees from her purse on that very street. This area is known for such things. Since then, I always told her not to come pick me up or drop me off, and I’d go to the Sarai Kale metro station instead. But she always insisted on coming. Over time, we got used to the fact that people would approach us, though we would ignore them. On my 6th visit, after my exam on December 22nd, I arrived at Hazrat Nizamuddin station and thought about renting a room nearby. A man with a card stood outside, offering rooms. I had a backpack, and he immediately assumed I was looking for a place to stay. I decided to check it out since it was near the metro station and Hazrat Nizamuddin station. I went with him to a small office area located in an alley between two buildings. He asked what kind of room I wanted, offering options like a single or double room or a deluxe room. He showed me a card with photos of the rooms, which I soon realized were just Google image downloads. I told him I just needed a simple single room for the night, and he quoted me a price of 900 rupees. After some negotiation, I agreed to pay 750 rupees. He then led me upstairs to show the room. When I entered, the room was not a hotel room at all. It looked more like a very old residential building converted into a homestay. The first room he showed me had a steel-framed bed and no AC, just a thin mattress, and the walls were broken and dirty. I told him I didn’t want that room and asked to see another one. He took me to the third floor, where the second room was similar. It had the same steel bed, and the only thing that smelled decent was an air freshener spray. I decided to stay in that room for the night, though it was far from ideal. The lock on the door was a cheap, small lock, which didn’t feel very secure. Although the room was unpleasant, I decided to endure it for one night since I was tired. I didn’t even check the bathroom because I knew it would be worse. The air conditioning wasn’t working, and the TV was just a prop that didn’t function. After paying for the room, I went down to the "office" – it wasn’t even an office, just a small desk with a printer and a seat. While my Aadhar card was being printed, the man who had approached me at the station, named Neeraj, began offering additional services. I could tell he was referring to something suspicious. He showed me photos of young girls and claimed they could provide services for around 2.5K for half an hour or an hour. I was shocked by this, as the girls appeared to be very young, around 17 or 18 years old. I told him that I wasn’t interested in any services and just wanted to sleep. He insisted that I could take the service first, and then sleep afterward. He continued showing me more photos of girls, trying to convince me. At that point, I told him that I just wanted to sleep and didn’t want to engage with what he was offering. As soon as he went out, he gave me his number in case I changed my mind and wanted to call him for the girls. I knew I wouldn't call him, but I took his number for my own safety. I didn’t know who might come knocking at my door later, so I kept his number and told him, "If something changes, I'll let you know." He left. After five minutes, I opened the door and stood there for a while. The door opened to a very narrow passage, which led through a standalone residential building. I looked around, and I had a strong feeling that this was not a safe place to stay for the night. As I stood there, I heard a woman's voice. At first, I thought it was the voice of a family living in the building, but as I focused, I realized it was not a family woman’s voice. It was the voice of a paid girl, who was negotiating, asking whether to pay by UPI or in cash. I knew then that they were not a family. This was coming from the second floor, while I was on the third. The voices were clearly audible from my floor. When I heard this, I looked toward the left side of my room, where the door opened. A man came out; he was a dark-skinned man from Kerala. I’m not trying to be racist, but he was from Kerala. I asked him where he was from in Hindi, and he told me, "No, no, no Hindi, only Kerala," laughing as he said it. He then went down to the second floor. Remember, the voices I had heard were from the second floor. I think he went down to meet one of the girls there. At that moment, I felt very unsafe, as I realized the whole building seemed to be part of something much more sinister. As I stood there, I couldn't help but feel like I was at risk, especially since no one knew where I was. In this residential building, everything felt wrong. I felt unsafe, and I began to worry about what could happen if something went wrong. The station was nearby, and I had no one to reach out to in case of trouble. It was a very unsettling feeling. After that, I thought it would be best to stay inside my room and lock the door. I didn’t even sit on the bed because the room felt so bad, and it seemed like a scene from a C-grade movie. I felt an intense sense of fear and unease, but at the same time, I was curious about what would happen. I decided to venture out for a while to grab something to eat. When I left the building and walked into the narrow alley, I looked around. The whole area was filled with similar guesthouses, and I realized they were all part of the same operation. I wanted something to eat, so I went to a small place where an older man was making biryani. As I stood there, I noticed cockroaches around the biryani pot, and I immediately lost my appetite. I decided against buying any food from there. I then decided to order snacks and water from Blinkit and waited near the area for the delivery. Thankfully, Blinkit wasn’t available in that part of the area, so I ended up ordering from Swiggy. While I was waiting, another man came up to me from a nearby guesthouse and asked if I wanted a room. I politely declined, but he continued to press me with the same question. At the same time, a girl walked by, clearly part of the prostitution network. As she walked past, the man shouted at her, "Where are you going, chick?" She didn’t respond, and I felt a sense of pity for her. I couldn’t help but feel bad for her, as she was caught in a situation where she was being objectified and harassed. After seeing this interaction, I thought about how unsafe this whole area was, especially for women. I even wondered if the girl was doing this out of necessity rather than choice. Regardless of the situation, she deserved respect. Finally, I looked at the surrounding shops in the area, and it became clear that all of them operated in tandem. I knew that the whole area was part of an illegal network, and the local authorities, politicians, and other figures of power were likely aware of it. It made me wonder why nothing was being done to address it. The government, local politicians, and others seemed to turn a blind eye, allowing this operation to continue despite its obvious dangers and illegality. Afterward, I noticed that there were barricades dividing the alley into two parts. One side seemed to be "safer," with fewer people harassing passersby, but I remained skeptical. Even with the barricades in place, I feared that things would still be dangerous at night. I left the area feeling disturbed and unsafe, realizing I had unknowingly stayed in a red light area. PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR OPINION ON THIS CUZ EVERYTHING IS GOING IN TANDEM WITH AUTHORITY.