He married her that night, in a small Bundela ceremony. A sword exchanged instead of garlands. Back in Pune, Kashibai heard the news while stringing jasmine for the evening prayer. She did not weep. She simply stopped stringing flowers.
“Choose, Bajirao,” she said. “The throne—or the foreigner.”
Years later, Kashibai visited Mastani’s empty room. On the wall, written in charcoal, was a couplet:
“Do not leave me, Rao,” she wept.
“Yes,” Mastani replied. “But they also purify.”
Mastani bore the insults with a warrior’s silence. She learned Marathi. She prayed to Bhavani. But when a minister called her “the Peshwa’s concubine” in open court, she drew her dagger and pinned his turban to the wall.
“I am the daughter of a king,” she said. “And the wife of a lion. Next time, aim for my heart—because I will aim for yours.” Bajirao Mastani -2015- Hindi 720p BluRay 1.3GB ...
He fell to his knees. “Kashi, you are my breath. But Mastani is my blood. A man cannot live without either.”
Kashibai fell into a silent grief. She stopped singing. One night, she visited Mastani’s quarters and found her sharpening her blade.
Mastani looked up. “I did not take him. He chose. And I would die before I lie—I love him as fire loves the wind.” He married her that night, in a small Bundela ceremony
“Then take what is more precious than any treasure,” the old king said. “Take my daughter. Not as a servant—as your equal.”
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“Help me, Peshwa,” the letter begged. “I am your father’s friend.” She did not weep
Kashibai lit a diya for her. And for the first time, she whispered: “Sister.”
Radhabai, meanwhile, conspired. She forbade Mastani from entering the main palace. She declared Mastani’s son, Krishna Rao, illegitimate. When Bajirao left for a campaign against the Siddis of Janjira, his mother locked Mastani in a garden pavilion—a beautiful prison. Bajirao returned from Janjira wounded—not by a sword, but by fever. He had ridden for seven days without sleep to see Mastani. But the palace gates were barred. Kashibai stood at the threshold, her hand on the lock.