I never thought I’d be the one writing a confession like this. But if I’ve learned anything from living in Delhi, it’s that this city thrives on secrets. Hidden in crowded metros, behind the walls of posh apartments and tiny PG rooms, are stories like mine—messy, complicated, and achingly human.

A year ago, I started a job at a big corporate office in Gurugram. The commute was long, but the excitement of new beginnings made every moment thrilling. That’s where I met her—a colleague with an infectious laugh and eyes that seemed to see right through me. We started as friends, sharing chai breaks and office gossip. I was married, but my relationship at home had been struggling for months. We barely spoke, barely touched—a fog of routine had settled over us.

I told myself that what I felt for my colleague was harmless. Everyone flirts, right? But there was a current between us I couldn’t ignore. Texts turned into late-night calls. We started having lunch outside the office, sneaking glances and sharing secrets we didn’t dare tell anyone else.

One rainy evening, when the city was drenched and traffic had slowed to a standstill, we found ourselves alone in her car. The windows fogged over. It started with a touch, a kiss—an electricity I hadn’t felt in years. I didn’t stop it. I craved the connection, the passion that had vanished from my marriage.

What followed was a whirlwind of stolen moments and guilty phone calls home. Every time I left her, I promised myself, “This is the last time.” But Delhi’s chaos became my cover, and the affair blurred the lines between right and wrong.

Eventually, the truth came out—secrets rarely stay hidden here for long. The pain I caused at home shattered me; the shame was overwhelming. My marriage ended quietly, with more sadness than anger. My lover and I tried to make it work, but the guilt and pressure of what we’d done changed everything.

I write this not to justify my choices, but because so many people walk around with stories like mine—smiling in the daylight, carrying heartbreak in the dark. Cheating isn’t glamorous. It’s lonely, filled with fear, excitement, and regret. If you’re tempted, think hard about the cost.

Delhi is a city of endless possibilities—and endless temptations. My confession is that I let both get the better of me. I’m still putting the pieces of my life back together, one honest conversation at a time.