Seriously, I was trying to relax and listen to "Dard-E-Mohabbat 4.0," and halfway through, I realized the man's tears were glistening so perfectly under the studio lights that I felt personally attacked by his high-definition sorrow. It's like, one minute he's dancing aggressively in a mustard field, the next minute he's collapsing into a highly dramatic fetal position because she looked at another dude. Where is the middle ground? I demand a video where he is just mildly annoyed. Maybe he sprained his ankle while dancing. Keep it relatable, Khesari!