'Rao, aap yaha Kyaa kar rhe hai, aap jaiye mastani aapki pratiksha kar rhi hongi.' Kashibai the first wife of the Peshwa bajirao taunted his husband Peshwa bajirao as he entered inside her room with hurt and sadness clearly evident in her voice.

'Aap yeh Kyun kar rhi hai Kashi?' Peshwa Bajirao asked with hurt expressions while she let out a painful chuckle not letting her tears to fall down.

'Aapki khushi ke liye!" She replied without making any eye contact with her husband.
'Humari khushi ke liye?' He said out of curiosity as he tilted his head towards his first wife Kashibai Peshwe.

'Ji Haan aapki khushi ke liye! Jab aapse vivah karke iss shaniwaar vada me humne humare kadam rakhe the tabhi se hi humare pati Peshwa Bajirao  ki khushiyaan hi humare liye ahem ban gyi thi.' She sighed and stopped for a while to look into his eyes for a minute or two.

'Abb agar humare pati ki khushi Mastani mein hai to yahi sahi. Aap aaj ke baad humare kamre mein nhi aayenge." She declared her decision leaving him in utter shock.

'Kashi, aap aapke iss nirney ke baad khush reh paayengi.' He asked cleaning his tears and took a step closer to her.
'Reh lenge Rao, reh lenge kyunki log to dusri patni le aate hai lekin dard pehli patni ko hi sehnaa padta hai. Aap jaa sakte hai.' She said hurtfully and started blowing up the candles with tears in her eyes.