Originally posted by: vena.cava.

This is what I think of when I think of Bajaj. I had this image saved in my PreRish moodboard on Pinterest and it's a poem that for me is so quintessential to who Rishabh is. He is a man that has, built and built and built, and as a result, has created a world that he runs. The rules are his, the laws are his and the consequences are his to dish out. He answers to no one, unless he feels like it. He bends the world to his whim, because he can.
But behind the mask he places carefully behind his eyes, there is something no one is privy too. A past that haunts him, a story he hasn't found the right time to share yet, a man who has waited and bided his time for his moment. His emotions are so carefully concealed, so well compartmentalized that even what he feels now for Prerna is so foreign to him. It is unsettling to him, unwelcome, it creeps under his skin like a fever. A man the world sees as a monster, finding love so soft it unravels him, is akin to burning. Watching him fall in love would have been so fascinating had these CVs figured out what they wanted from this triangle in the first place. But I do wonder Mr. Bajaj, what is it like to burn? I want to see it more than anything.