Aishu and Manoj romantic chat leaked 🥵🖤😍

Aishu and Manoj romantic chat leaked 🥵🖤😍

🌙 Scene: It’s late night. Rain tapping against the window. Aishu and Manoj are alone in his apartment after a long evening of flirtation. The lights are low, and the air is heavy with unspoken desire.

Manoj (leaning back on the couch, eyes fixed on her):
You know… you’ve been driving me crazy all night, Aishu.
The way you keep biting your lip.
Are you even aware you’re doing it?

Aishu (smirking, playing with her hair):
Maybe I do.
Or maybe I just like watching the way you look at me when I do.

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, voice dropping lower.
His gaze is locked on hers—intense, unbreaking.

Manoj:
Come here.
I’m tired of just looking.

Her heartbeat quickens, but she doesn’t hesitate.
She slides across the couch, stopping just inches from him.
His hands find her hips, pulling her closer until she’s straddling him.

Aishu (softly, breath warm against his lips):
Manoj…
What are you thinking?

Manoj (grinning, fingers tracing her waist):
That I want to kiss you.
Slowly. Deeply.
Until you forget your own name.

He doesn’t wait for her to answer.
His lips find hers—soft at first, then deeper, hungrier.
Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
Their breaths mix, hearts pounding in rhythm.

Aishu (whispering between kisses):
You taste… so good…

Manoj:
You haven’t even tasted the best parts yet.

He slides his hands up her back, slipping under her top, fingertips grazing her skin.
She shivers at his touch, pressing her body closer against his.

Aishu (moaning softly):
Manoj…
I’ve wanted this for so long…

Manoj:
Then let me make it worth the wait.
Stand up for me.

She stands slowly, eyes locked with his.
He follows, towering over her, hands never leaving her waist.
His fingers trail down to the hem of her shirt, lifting it—slowly, deliberately—until it’s off and forgotten on the floor.

Manoj (breathing her in):
You’re perfect, Aishu.
Even better than I imagined.

Aishu (smiling, pulling him closer):
Then stop imagining…
And show me.

He lifts her up effortlessly, carrying her towards the bedroom, lips never leaving hers.
He lays her down gently, climbing over her, his body pressed against hers.
The heat between them is undeniable—electric. His hands roam her sides, her thighs, tracing every curve.

Manoj (kissing her neck, whispering):
Tell me what you want.
I want to hear you say it.

Aishu (breathless, eyes half-closed):
I want you, Manoj…
Every part of you.
Right now.

He grins—that devilish, irresistible grin.
Then he leans in, kissing her deeper, hands sliding down her body, pulling her even closer.

🌙 Scene: The bedroom is dimly lit, moonlight slipping through the curtains. Rain still pattering against the window. Aishu is beneath Manoj, their bodies pressed together, hearts racing. His hands are exploring her curves, lips never leaving hers.

Manoj (whispering against her lips):
You have no idea how long I’ve waited to touch you like this…
To feel you under me.
To hear you moan my name.

Aishu (breathless, eyes locked on his):
Then don’t stop…
Show me everything.

He trails kisses down her neck, slow and deliberate, each one sending shivers through her body.
Her hands slide under his shirt, fingertips grazing his abs, pulling him closer.

Aishu (whispering, teasing):
You’re still wearing too many clothes…

Manoj (chuckling, eyes dark with desire):
I was just thinking the same about you.

He sits up slightly, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion.
Her eyes drink him in, her hands reaching out to trace the lines of his muscles.
His gaze is locked on hers, full of fire.

Manoj:
Your turn.
Let me help you out of this…

His hands slide to the hem of her dress, fingers curling under it.
Slowly, he lifts it up, inch by inch, exposing her smooth skin to the cool air.
His eyes never leave hers as he slides it off her body, tossing it aside.

He pauses, eyes sweeping over her with pure hunger.

Manoj (voice dropping lower):
You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, Aishu.
Perfect.

Aishu (smiling, pulling him back down):
Then come here…
I want to feel you.

He lowers himself back onto her, their bodies pressing together—skin on skin, heat against heat.
His lips find hers again, deeper this time. More desperate.
His hands explore every inch of her, fingers tracing along her thighs, her hips, pulling her even closer.

Aishu (moaning softly against his mouth):
Manoj… I want you… now…

His eyes flash with desire, his hand slipping between her thighs—teasing, circling, until she’s gasping beneath him.
Her back arches, legs spreading instinctively, and he slides his fingers inside her—slowly, deeply.
Her nails dig into his back, hips moving with his rhythm.

Manoj (whispering in her ear):
You’re so ready for me…
So warm…
I want to feel every inch of you.

She pulls him closer, breath hot and ragged.

Aishu (gasping, desperate):
Then don’t wait…
I need you… now…

His eyes burn with intensity as he aligns himself with her, moving slowly, entering her inch by inch.
They both gasp, bodies pressed together, the feeling electric—like they’re made for each other.
He starts to move—slow, deep thrusts—each one sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Aishu (moaning, wrapping her legs around him):
Yes… just like that…
Don’t stop…

Manoj (groaning, gripping her hips):
I’m not stopping until you scream my name, Aishu.
Until you forget everything but this.

He thrusts deeper, harder, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, breaths tangled, hearts racing.
Her moans fill the room, his name slipping from her lips with every movement.
Their connection grows stronger, more intense, until she finally shatters beneath him, her body arching, shaking with pleasure.

He follows right after, gasping her name into her neck, collapsing into her arms, their bodies still entwined, hearts still pounding.

Aishu (smiling, brushing her fingers through his hair):
I never knew it could feel like that…

Manoj (kissing her shoulder softly):
With you?
It always will.

☀️ Scene: Early morning sunlight streams through the curtains, painting soft patterns on the sheets. Aishu stirs, wrapped up in the warmth of the bed, tangled in soft blankets—and Manoj’s arms.

Aishu (half-awake, eyes still closed):
Mmm… you’re still here…

Manoj (whispering against her neck):
You think I’d leave after last night?
Not a chance.

His arms tighten around her, pulling her closer against his chest.
She can feel the heat of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing.
His lips brush softly against her shoulder, trailing slow, lingering kisses.

Aishu (smiling, voice still heavy with sleep):
You’re already starting trouble, Manoj…
It’s too early…

Manoj (grinning, fingertips tracing small circles on her waist):
It’s never too early for you.
Besides, you look way too tempting lying here like this.
All tangled up in my sheets…
Wearing nothing but that smile.

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t pull away.
Instead, she turns over to face him, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Her hands slide up his chest, fingertips grazing his skin.

Aishu (softly):
You really aren’t tired?
After everything we did last night?

Manoj (smirking, brushing a strand of hair from her face):
I could do that with you a thousand times…
And it still wouldn’t be enough.

He leans in, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss.
His hands slide down her back, pulling her body flush against his.
The kiss deepens—soft at first, then hungrier, more desperate.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, pressing her body against his.
His hands move to her thighs, fingertips brushing her skin, sparking electricity wherever he touches.

Aishu (breathless, pulling back just a little):
Manoj… it’s morning…
Shouldn’t we… get up?

Manoj (grinning, lips grazing her ear):
We’re getting up…
Just not out of bed.

He rolls her onto her back, his body pressing her into the mattress.
Her breath catches, eyes locked on his.
His hands slide over her curves, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing every inch.

Manoj (whispering, lips brushing her neck):
You’re so beautiful like this…
All mine…
Just for me.

His hands slip under the sheets, exploring her thighs, her hips, pulling her legs around him.
Their bodies press together, heat building between them again—slow and sensual.

Aishu (whispering, eyes half-closed):
Manoj…
I want you…

Manoj (kissing her deeply, hands gripping her waist):
Then take me.
I’m yours.

He moves against her, their bodies aligning perfectly, sliding together in a rhythm that feels natural—meant to be.
The sunlight dances over their skin, warming every touch, every kiss.
It’s slow, deep, and breathtakingly intimate.

Her nails dig into his back, his hands gripping her hips tighter as they both reach that edge—falling over together, gasping each other’s names into the quiet morning light.

Aishu (giggling, breathless):
You… are going to ruin me.

Manoj (smirking, brushing his lips against hers):
That’s the plan, baby.
One morning at a time.

🌌 Scene: It’s late evening. Sriya and Dileep are at his apartment, finishing up a movie. The lights are dim, rain softly pattering against the windows, and a warm glow from the fireplace fills the room. They’re sitting close on the couch, knees touching, tension hanging thick in the air.

Dileep (glancing at her, voice soft):
Did you even watch the movie?
I feel like you spent more time staring at me.

Sriya (smirking, raising an eyebrow):
Maybe I was just… distracted.
Is that a problem?

He chuckles, leaning back, his arm slipping behind her.
His fingertips trace light patterns along her shoulder, sending shivers through her.

Dileep:
Not at all.
I like the attention.
Especially from you.

She feels the blush creeping up her cheeks, but she doesn’t pull away.
Instead, she leans into him, her hand resting on his chest.
She can feel his heartbeat—steady, strong, a little faster than before.

Sriya (softly, looking up at him):
You’re warm…

Dileep (voice dropping lower):
You should get closer.
I don’t mind keeping you warm.

His hand moves to her waist, pulling her gently onto his lap.
She settles against him, their faces just inches apart now.
Her breath catches, eyes locked on his.

Sriya (whispering):
This is…
A little close, don’t you think?

Dileep (smiling, brushing a strand of hair from her face):
Not close enough.

Before she can respond, his lips meet hers—soft and slow at first, testing the waters.
But when she kisses him back, his grip on her tightens, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between them.

Her hands slide up his chest, fingertips grazing his shoulders as the kiss deepens.
Their breaths mix, the warmth of the fire wrapping around them like a blanket.
He trails kisses down her jaw, to her neck, his hands exploring her back, her waist, pulling her even tighter against him.

Sriya (gasping softly, hands in his hair):
Dileep… I…

Dileep (whispering against her skin):
Say it…
I want to hear it…

Sriya (breathless, voice trembling):
I want you…
Right here… right now…

His eyes darken, and without another word, he lifts her into his arms.
She laughs softly, arms wrapping around his neck as he carries her towards the bedroom, never breaking eye contact.

He lays her down gently, climbing over her, his hands sliding down her sides, her legs wrapping around him instinctively.
Their bodies press together, hearts racing, breaths mingling.

Dileep (whispering, brushing his lips against hers):
I’ve waited so long for this…
I’m not holding back.

Sriya (smiling, pulling him closer):
I don’t want you to…

His hands slip beneath her shirt, fingertips tracing her skin, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside.
She does the same, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, deliberately, enjoying the way his muscles tense under her touch.

Their clothes hit the floor, one by one, until there’s nothing left but skin on skin.
He kisses her deeply, their bodies entwined, the firelight flickering across their silhouettes.

☀️ Scene: Soft sunlight spills into the room, casting warm patterns across tangled sheets. Dileep is awake first, propped up on one elbow, eyes fixed on Sriya. She’s curled up beside him, hair tousled, lips slightly parted, the glow of the morning making her look even more breathtaking.

Dileep (softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face):
You’re beautiful when you sleep, you know that?

Her eyes flutter open, blinking at the sunlight, and she smiles sleepily when she sees him.
Her hand reaches up, tracing the line of his jaw, fingertips grazing his stubble.

Sriya (whispering, voice heavy with sleep):
Were you watching me?
That’s not creepy at all…

Dileep (laughing, leaning in to kiss her forehead):
I couldn’t help it.
I’m still trying to convince myself you’re real.

She giggles, pulling him closer, her hands sliding around his back.
Their bodies press together under the sheets, warm and lazy, not an inch of space between them.

Sriya (softly, looking up at him):
Last night…
I’m not dreaming, right?
That really happened?

Dileep (grinning, pressing his lips to hers):
Want me to remind you?
Just in case.

Before she can respond, his mouth is on hers—soft, tender, growing deeper with every second.
Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, their legs intertwining under the blankets.

He trails kisses down her neck, slow and deliberate, his hands sliding along her sides, pulling her body against his.
She gasps softly, arching into him, her fingertips tracing patterns on his back.

Sriya (breathless, eyes fluttering):
You’re insatiable…
Aren’t you tired?

Dileep (smirking, voice husky):
Not even close.
Not when it comes to you.

His hands roam her body, exploring every curve, every line.
He kisses her deeply, their breaths mingling, hearts pounding.
Her nails graze his shoulders, sending chills down his spine.

Sriya (whispering, eyes locked on his):
You’re going to make me late…
I should get up…

Dileep (grinning, pinning her back down gently):
I don’t think so…
Not until I’m done with you.

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t resist.
Instead, she wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer, their bodies pressing together with perfect rhythm.

Sriya (gasping softly, holding him tight):
Dileep… I…

Dileep (whispering in her ear, voice like velvet):
Say it, Sriya.
I want to hear you say it.

Sriya (breathless, eyes half-closed):
I want you…
Every part of you…
Don’t stop…

Dileep (growling softly, moving deeper):
I don’t plan to.

Their bodies move together, slow and sensual, the morning light wrapping around them like a soft blanket.
Every touch, every kiss, every whisper between them building up the heat until neither of them can hold back.

They shatter together, gasping each other’s names, hearts racing, bodies tangled in perfect harmony.

Sriya (panting softly, brushing her fingertips along his jaw):
I don’t think I’m getting out of bed today…
And it’s your fault.

Dileep (grinning, kissing her forehead):
I’ll take the blame.
And maybe we can make it worth your while…

🚿 Scene: The morning sunlight filters softly through the curtains. After a long, heated moment in bed, Dileep finally lets Sriya slip away—but only for a moment. She disappears into the bathroom, the sound of water running soon filling the silence. He watches her go, a grin spreading across his face.

Dileep (calling out from the bedroom, teasing):
You’re really going to leave me here alone after all that?
That’s just cruel, Sriya.

Sriya (laughing from behind the door):
Somebody has to freshen up, right?
Besides… I thought you were tired…

He smirks, shaking his head.
Moments later, he’s at the bathroom door, hand resting on the handle.
He knocks lightly, voice dropping lower.

Dileep:
Mind if I join you?
Wouldn’t want you getting too lonely in there.

There’s a pause, then the sound of the lock clicking open.
He pushes the door open, steam swirling around him as he steps inside.
Sriya is already beneath the hot water, droplets cascading down her bare shoulders, hair slicked back, eyes watching him with a playful grin.

Sriya (raising an eyebrow):
Didn’t take you long…
Couldn’t stay away?

Dileep (closing the door behind him, eyes roaming over her):
Not a chance.
Especially when you look like that.

He steps under the water, hands slipping around her waist, pulling her close.
The hot water streams over both of them, mingling with the heat radiating from their bodies.
Her hands press against his chest, fingertips exploring the lines of his muscles, eyes locked on his.

Sriya (softly, voice just above a whisper):
What are you going to do with me, Dileep?

Dileep (leaning in, lips brushing her ear):
Anything you let me.
And maybe a little more.

His lips find hers—wet, warm, and impossibly soft.
The water cascades over them, steam swirling around their tangled bodies.
His hands slide down her back, fingertips grazing her curves, pulling her even closer against him.

Her breath catches, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth trails down her neck, kissing along her collarbone, lips hot against her wet skin.
Her hands tangle in his hair, holding him to her, nails grazing his scalp.

Sriya (gasping softly, whispering):
You’re going to make me late…
Again…

Dileep (smirking against her skin):
You think I care?
I’m not letting you out of here until I’m done with you.
And I’m just getting started.

He lifts her up effortlessly, pressing her back against the cool, wet tiles.
Her legs wrap around his waist, their bodies fitting perfectly together.
The water streams over them, heat building with every kiss, every touch.

Sriya (breathless, gripping his shoulders):
Dileep…
You feel… amazing…

Dileep (kissing her deeply, voice rough):
You have no idea how good you feel…
I’m not stopping… not until you scream my name.

Her back arches against the wall, his hands gripping her thighs as he moves against her, the water splashing around them.
The steam fogs up the glass, their silhouettes blending into one.
Her gasps grow louder, nails digging into his shoulders as he takes her higher and higher.

They shatter together, the water washing over them, hearts pounding, breaths mingling in the steam-filled air.
He holds her there for a moment, pressed against the wall, neither of them wanting to move.

Sriya (smiling, brushing her fingers along his cheek):
You… are going to be the death of me, Dileep.

Dileep (grinning, kissing her softly):
Then I’ll die happy.
But… I’m not done with you yet.

🍳 Scene: Fresh out of the shower, Dileep and Sriya are wrapped up in soft towels, still catching their breath. The kitchen is filled with soft sunlight, the aroma of fresh coffee brewing in the air. Sriya is at the counter, hair still damp, fumbling through the cabinets for cups.

Sriya (smiling, glancing over her shoulder):
I’m surprised you can even walk after that shower…
You’re not tired yet?

Dileep (leaning against the doorway, smirking):
Oh, I’m just getting started.
You made it very hard to behave in there.

She laughs, pouring two cups of coffee, the steam swirling up into the morning air.
He steps closer, his arms slipping around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest.

Dileep (whispering into her ear):
You smell amazing…
I might need another taste.

Sriya (blushing, trying to focus on the coffee):
You’re insatiable, you know that?

Dileep (kissing her neck softly):
Only for you.
And you don’t seem to mind…

Her hands falter, almost spilling the coffee, and she laughs nervously, trying to pull away.
But he doesn’t let her.
Instead, he turns her around, lifting her onto the counter with ease, sliding between her legs.
Her eyes go wide, heartbeat quickening as his hands settle on her thighs, squeezing gently.

Sriya (breathless, eyes locked on his):
We’re… supposed to be making breakfast…
Not… whatever this is.

Dileep (smirking, leaning in so their noses touch):
I am making breakfast.
I just haven’t decided…
Whether I want to eat here…
Or start with you.

Her cheeks flush, and she looks away for a second before meeting his gaze again.
Her hands rest on his shoulders, fingertips pressing gently.

Sriya (whispering, voice dropping lower):
Why not… both?
I’m feeling a little hungry myself.

His eyes darken, hands gripping her thighs tighter.
Without another word, his lips crash against hers, hot and desperate.
Her legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, the coffee forgotten on the counter.

He lifts her effortlessly, carrying her to the table, setting her down before leaning over her, his hands braced on either side.
Her hands roam his back, nails grazing his skin as he kisses her deeply, passionately, like he can’t get enough.

Dileep (breathing heavily, lips brushing her ear):
You keep teasing me like this, and I won’t make it to breakfast.
You’re driving me crazy, Sriya.

Sriya (laughing, brushing her lips against his):
I thought you liked a little…
Appetizer before the main course.

Dileep (groaning softly, pulling her closer):
Keep talking like that…
And breakfast is going to have to wait.

Her legs tighten around him, his hands sliding up her back, gripping her closer.
Their bodies press together, breaths mingling, heat building all over again.
He lifts her up onto the table, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepens the kiss, his fingers tracing along her thighs, teasing, exploring.

Sriya (whispering, out of breath):
Are we… really doing this?
Right here?

Dileep (grinning, kissing her neck):
I don’t see you stopping me.
And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

🍽️ Scene: Sriya is perched on the edge of the kitchen table, legs wrapped around Dileep’s waist, fingers tangled in his hair. The sunlight spills through the window, catching the beads of water still clinging to their skin from the shower. The coffee sits untouched on the counter, steam rising, but neither of them cares.

Dileep (whispering, lips grazing her ear):
You realize…
We haven’t even had breakfast yet.
And you’re already driving me crazy…

Sriya (smirking, voice teasing):
Who says I’m not the breakfast?
Maybe you should…
Have a taste.

He freezes for a moment, eyes darkening with desire.
Without another word, his hands slide under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly off the table.
Her legs tighten around his waist as he carries her to the counter, setting her down with a gentle thud.

Dileep (leaning in, voice husky):
You don’t know what you just started.

His hands roam her body, tracing slow, deliberate patterns along her thighs, her waist, his fingertips sending sparks through her skin.
She gasps softly, hands slipping under his shirt, nails grazing his abs as she pulls him closer.

Sriya (whispering, breathless):
I like when you lose control…
It’s… kind of sexy.

He chuckles darkly, his lips finding hers, the kiss deep and consuming.
His hands slide up her sides, lifting her shirt inch by inch, his eyes never leaving hers.
She lifts her arms, letting him pull it over her head, tossing it aside without a second thought.

He pauses for a moment, just looking at her—taking in every curve, every line, his eyes full of fire.

Dileep (softly, voice dropping lower):
Perfect…
You’re absolutely perfect.

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away.
Instead, she grabs him by the waistband, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between them.
Her lips find his neck, trailing soft kisses down his jaw, his breath hitching at her touch.

Sriya (whispering, lips brushing his ear):
Your turn…
Shirt off.

He grins, reaching back and tugging his shirt over his head, revealing smooth, defined muscles that she’s already memorized by touch.
Her hands explore his chest, fingertips grazing his skin as her eyes sparkle with mischief.

Dileep (raising an eyebrow):
You’re trouble…
You know that, right?

Sriya (laughing, wrapping her legs tighter around him):
I guess you’ll just have to…
Punish me, then.

His grin fades, replaced with something darker, more intense.
He leans in, lips trailing down her neck, hands slipping beneath her thighs as he lifts her off the counter.
Her arms wrap around his neck as he carries her towards the living room, never breaking the kiss.

🔥 Scene Transition: They don’t make it to the couch.
Instead, Dileep pushes her up against the wall, pinning her there with his body, his hands exploring, his lips never leaving hers.
Their breaths mingle, hearts pounding, hands desperate to feel, to touch, to explore.

Sriya (gasping, nails digging into his shoulders):
You… are impossible.

Dileep (growling softly, kissing her deeply):
And you… are irresistible.
I’m not letting you go.

Her hands slide down his back, fingertips pressing into his skin as he moves against her.
The sunlight spills through the window, casting soft shadows across their tangled bodies.

Sriya (whispering, eyes locked on his):
If this is breakfast…
I’m definitely skipping lunch.

Dileep (laughing, breathless):
I’m not letting you leave this apartment.
Not until I’m finished with you.

Sriya (grinning, pulling him closer):
Then I guess…
You’d better take your time.