Tragic end

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There was a pandit in a city. He had a great love for his wife. Once there was a fight with the families of these two husband and wife. Because of which he had to leave his home and go to another city.

Going on the way, his wife said, - Patidao, I am thirsting for water, bring water from somewhere.

The priest listened to the water and went out to take water.

As soon as he brings water, he sees his wife dead. After seeing him, he started crying loudly.

Seeing him weeping, I heard a voice from the top! You can give it half your age to save it.

After listening to this voice, Pandit said with a true heart three times-

Oh God! I happily give it half of my life.

A true hearted prayer was accepted. At the same time his wife was alive. Then both of them drank water together, ate some wild fruit, followed by it.

After going a bit, he went into a very large part and began to rest. Then the wife said - I am feeling very hungry. Pandit went to take food for his wife at the same time.

After the Pandit's departure, a lame singer came there. There was so much magic in his voice that the Pandit gave heart to him listening and went and told him.

Singer! Your voice is amazing magic. You have won my heart. Now you take my tan in the arms and give me the true joy of life, that is my wish, you have to fulfill it.

The lame singer got trapped in the story of that woman. There is no escape from Prem Jala till today. Just after both of them took great pleasure, the woman said that the singer will also go with us now.

Meanwhile, Pandit also came with food.

As soon as the husband and wife began to eat, the wife said, Look, it is a lame singer. There is no one in this world. Why do not we keep it with you. Because if you leave me today, my heart is very frightened by loneliness.

Pandit was already his slave. He jumped yes.

So the three of them went from there. Now Pandit's wife was pulling towards the lame singer every day. Even this pundit started feeling obstinate in his path.

One day both of them formed a conspiracy. Love and lust were blind only in the fire, they slept the well near the well and cleaned the path by pushing the Pandit into the well.

Now, as soon as he reached a different country as he picked up the crippled lame singer, the guards there caught him in the sight of the suspicion and presented him before his king.

The king asked that woman, who is this lame?

Is this my husband's chef? Because this poor lame is not able to walk. Because of this people used to hate it. I left my country with this sadness and came to take refuge in you.

The king heard the woman's story and understood that this poor man is very sad. Then immediately say, 'Let me give you a village reward in order to stay.' You earn both of your money by earning it. Then both of them stayed there.

On the other hand, a saint took Pandit out of the well and he also reached the same village of that country. One day the woman saw her husband. He was in bad shape by fear. But he made a new move. He went to the king and said,

King! The sinner is behind me, maybe he wants to kill me.

The king summoned him at the same time and sentenced him to death on the woman's sayings. But before the hanging ask what is the wish of this scholar.

Only then did the pundit see that sinful wife.

Look chef! This woman was my wife at some time. Today he became my enemy.

The King looked at the Pandit with surprise. Just as faith is coming to her. That's why he said.

O Pandit! You can give any proof.

The wise said, Maharaj! The biggest proof of this is that with the name of clever woman Lord, let me say that I returned my husband's life.

Everyone was surprised to hear this strange thing looking at them. The king ordered that woman to do this.

Do not obey the king's order was death. The woman just scolded. I gave half my life back to my husband. That is why he died.

The king looked at the pundit with surprise.

What is this?

Then the Pandit heard the whole story of that unfaithful woman.

Monkey said to the crocodile. That is why I say that never believe in a woman caste.

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