With all his romantic might, he gazes at the magnificence of his lover, his eyes tearful with joy and spiritual satisfaction. Shah Rukh’s gaze is soppy and ridiculous to the rational sensibility, but you don’t care. Because that look is not one of condescension, not where a woman is seen as a troublesome burden or a debt-recovery instrument or an object of lust, a silent, uncomplaining outlet for male carnality.
