It was perfect for me. Where no love songs were sung, no declaration of love was made but everything conveyed through eyes and silence. A truly beautiful Rishbala moment.
As gentle blow of winds is more soothing than storm
As drizzling is more refreshing than heavy rainfall
As small waves are more soft than high tide
Sometimes a drop of love is far more expressive than an ocean of confessions😳
Yes, for me that drop of love falling from Rk's eyes was more than enough from any full fledged love confession. The unasked questions in his eyes were speaking of his concerns more than his words.😳