cheating in relationship | cheater wife | Cheaters Never Prosper | Iftikhar Ahmad Usmani

#cheating #cheat #relationship #lovemarriage #extramaritalaffairs #truestory #moralstories Today's story was told to me in 1992 by a man named Sikandar in Kot Lakhpat Jail. It so happened that a friend of mine was imprisoned in Kot Lakhpat Jail, Lahore, in some case and I was there to meet him. I met a thirty-year-old man named Sikandar, whom I asked why he was in jail. So Sikandar said that when I was nineteen, I had become a very skilled watchmaker by learning to work at a watchmaker's shop. My teacher was Ibrahim and the best tiffin came from the teacher's house every day and we all workers ate home-cooked food together. One day, the teacher's foot hurt and he gave me the key to his motorcycle in the afternoon and asked me to bring some food from his house. When I reached the teacher's house, a beautiful hand came out from inside. There were red bangles on the wrists. I liked those white hands very much and I came to the shop with food. Then, as a routine, I would go to get food at exactly one o'clock every day and one hand would come out of the door and I would come back holding the tiffin. I became curious to see the face of a girl with beautiful hands. The next day, I went to the teacher's house to receive food. I pushed the door open and a very beautiful twenty-five-year-old girl was standing in front with a tiffin in her hand. I could not help but be moved and I got emotional and told her that I liked you and I would marry you. I love you, the girl was shy and I came to the shop from there, the next day I was waiting for one o'clock because I liked that girl, and I think that girl was the teacher's eldest daughter because the teacher was about fifty years old, that day the teacher said that my leg has healed now I will bring food and went to get food, my heart was broken, the next day after lunch I lied to the teacher and took his motorcycle and went to his house, I knocked on the door the same beautiful girl came out from inside and after seeing me invited me in, I sat in the room, my heart was full of love. When I found someone else in the house apart from the girl, I asked where the teacher's wife was? The girl replied that I am your teacher's wife, I was very surprised, I asked for an answer to my love, the girl said that I also love you but what do I get now? I am married, when I asked her name, she said my name is Rani, I established a physical relationship with Rani, and after some time, I started coming and going to Sun's house with the teacher's permission, I used to commit adultery with the teacher's wife, then one day I took Rani and went to Mardan, we found out there that marriage cannot be consummated until the teacher divorces his wife, I was unaware of this law, when the teacher came to know that his wife was chatting, the teacher divorced Rani and after five months we got married, Mian came to Karachi with Rani, he started working in a shop and garments there. Work went well in three years, I bought a car, built a house, and during this time we had three sons, five salesmen worked in my shop, like Ustad Ibrahim, food also came from my house, I had a salesman named Qayyum. Qayyum used to bring food from my house every day. One day my wife Rani left with Qayyum. The same thing happened to me that I had done to my teacher. Qayyum took Rani and hid in Sindh. The teacher had divorced her so that the matter would end, but I had divorced Rani so that she would come before me. I wrote Rani's divorce certificate and delivered it to Qayyum's house. Five months later, they both I came forward and on the very day of the wedding I reached Qayyum's house, I got angry on seeing Rani, I slapped Rani on the face, Qayyum came to save her, and in the same quarrel, an iron rod hit Rani on the head and she died, Sikandar said that I did not intend to kill, now I have been imprisoned for fourteen years, my three sons are being raised by my old mother, and I am serving the sentence, I had unknowingly seen the right to live from Rani, but the punishment I am suffering today is for the deception that Maizan had given to his teacher, Friends, the purpose of telling this story is that do not deceive, it comes back,