Orabbi Full Video Song || RDXLove Songs || Payal Rajput, Tejus Kancherla || Radhan

If the saree slips just a little

Then whose heart wouldn’t slip too?

Would there be anyone

If her braid whips and strikes?

Even if it’s just her braid

Wouldn’t an eye blink for it?

Lips like candy

Waist like a button

If hunger stirs inside

How can “tassa diyaa” be stopped?

With a playful shake

If she says “bite me”

The beat goes da-da-da

Explode, explode, go girl!

Hey, once the reins

Are in a woman’s hands

What stays normal after that?

Look at youth blooming

Those anklet jingles

Ah! A spark in the chest

Now in white sarees’ play

Let’s strike a chill

Once the reins

Are in a woman’s hands

What stays normal after that?

Look at youth blooming

Those anklet jingles

Ah! A spark in the chest

Now in white sarees’ play

Let’s strike a chill

Graceful curves

Her form so bold

Overflowing with charm

As she gently sways

Without even speaking

Without looking around

Even the manliest man

Has to surrender

Thakita thadimi!

When the waist sways down

If the heart gives in

Then sleep is out of the question, girl

Oof! That full-on beauty

Swaying head to toe

It’s like the iron

Pressed the whole body flat

When drawn into her rangoli

In silk and elegance

If youth turns into a loom

Would it stay the same?

The click bursts

The thread snaps

If the stove flares up

The cook becomes a slave

Hey, once the reins

Are in a woman’s hands

What stays normal after that?

Look at youth blooming

Those anklet jingles

Ah! A spark in the chest

Now in white sarees’ play

Let’s strike a chill

Once the reins

Are in a woman’s hands

What stays normal after that?

Look at youth blooming

Those anklet jingles

Ah! A spark in the chest

Now in white sarees’ play

Let’s strike a chill

Some things are secret

Some things are subtle

Girls have many little

Dreams in their hearts

When those come true

It’s like ruling heaven

That joy rests

On the man’s shoulders

And now, right now

It's understood, dear brother-in-law

As the girls dance on

Feminine grace flows like water

In her bun, snug and tight

Jasmine flowers bloom

As if just placed

Fresh turmeric sticks shine

A parrot whistles,

A beedi crackles on the cart

From this day forward

Every day’s a Shivratri festival

Pamba’s surged

Rambha is calling

If Gita breaks loose

And Red Rooster lifts off—

Hey, once the reins

Are in a woman’s hands

What stays normal after that?

Look at youth blooming

Those anklet jingles

Ah! A spark in the chest

Now in white sarees’ play

Let’s strike a chill

Once the reins

Are in a woman’s hands

What stays normal after that?

Look at youth blooming

Those anklet jingles

Ah! A spark in the chest

Now in white sarees’ play

Let’s strike a chill