So to those who know me on here you know I have a moodboard for PreRish stuff because I'm a visual person and when I'm writing I need stimulation for the scenes I try and envision. This was one of the poems I'd saved, from a poet I have a fondness for, and I was taken aback by how much this poem meant with respect to what I want PreRish to be.
We have Rishabh Bajaj, who much like Hades, plucked the sweet, eden fruit and opened the ground beneath her to swallow her into hell. For Prerna, Persephone, Bajaj's home and the life he threw her into is much like the hell Persephone was thrown into. To the world both Bajaj and Hades are figures of enigma and one that most stay away from. Bajaj, to most of the world, is a monster. Prerna, is a woman so consumed by love it is her very essence.
But to Prerna, in the closed doors of their room and their home, he has time and time again showed kindness. He is softer, hesitant, teetering on figuring out what to do that will make her comfortable. He does not change who he is, and in many ways he also does not mute himself, he is very much himself but less charged. And just like this poem, PreRish's story is misunderstood by so many, and it will continue to be.
That Rishabh sees something in Prerna that no one else does. He sees something fierce, something that doesn't need protecting, instead a fire that needs to be stoked, built, and given flight. He know her to be a woman who is anger and stubborn will, but who can take that energy that stems at its core from love, and become a better version of herself. She's this angel, a self-sacrificial saint like girl to the rest of the world, who's name was tarnished and demonized. The world knows her not for what she is, but for what she had to become in order to save the family she loved. She's a fallen angel in the eyes of the world, but Rishabh knows her stubborn wings well, he knows how they take flight even when she believes she has nothing else.
Their cold, dark home will be a happy one in time. In the closed doors of their home, they know each other better than anyone. The world sees what it will and will say what it needs to, but they will know each other best. Enough to build a foundation that no sticks, stones or words will break. They will see the other as they truly are, and will never turn away.