Manan FF: Locked in Love Chp 2



Chp 2

Manik’s POV

Peace. A myth in my life

Especially not in my office, where I was finally enjoying five glorious minutes of silence, a triple espresso, and an overwhelming Excel sheet—until the door slammed open like an income tax raid.

“No,” I said instantly, not even glancing up.

Zoya crossed her arms like a melodramatic villain. “I haven’t even said anything yet.”

“And yet, I already know it’s going to cost me money, peace, or sanity. Possibly all three.”

She flopped onto the couch like she owned the building. “Rude. Also—accurate.”

I sighed, finally looking up. “Zoya, I’m in the middle of something important.”

“So am I,” she replied sweetly. “It’s for a good cause.”

“Whatever it is—no. I won’t say yes, I won’t fund it, and I don’t give you any kind of permission. Also, go annoy Ayan.”

Zoya pouted. “He banned me from his cabin ever since I installed a disco light above his desk.”

“You also tried to build a nap corner in his conference room!” I pointed out.

“Excuse me, tired employees are dangerous. I’m saving lives,” she said, tossing her hair like a superhero. “Also—Nandini needs a new wardrobe glow-up.”

I blinked. “Use your card! And you know Nandini hates shopping.”

Zoya burst out laughing. “My card has emotions, Manik. It cries every time I swipe it. Also, Nandini’s rich but fashionably bankrupt. She hasn’t shopped for herself in forever. It’s like she forgot she’s hot.”

I muttered, “She doesn’t like flaunting herself.”

“She should, though!” Zoya declared. “She’s stunning. And selfless. And—unlike you—she doesn’t believe in wasting money.”

I barely had time to roll my eyes before she stood up dramatically.

Zoya pointed at me like a courtroom lawyer.

“Now listen up, Mr. Moody McGrumpyface. You owe Nandini happiness, style, and one pastel blue saree that makes jaws drop. So be a decent human being and—”

She swiped my card from the desk with ninja precision and sprinted toward the door.

“Zoya! That’s literally stealing. That’s jail-time behavior!” I shouted.

She turned mid-run like a Bollywood heroine in slo-mo.

“I’ll buy you a tie!” she yelled. “Also, you're a billionaire—don’t worry, I’ll try to max the limit.”

I dropped my head to the desk.

I can’t decide if I need a therapist or a restraining order against Zoya. Maybe both.

Five Minutes Later – ayan entered. The calm after Zoya’s Category 5 hurricane.

Ayan walked in, looking grave.

“She took your card, didn’t she?”

I sighed. “She didn’t even blink. I’m scared of how smooth she’s become.”

He sat across from me, casually sipping his coffee.

“She texted me: ‘Shopping with my future bhabhi. You’re banned forever. Bye.’”

I stood up suddenly. “You know what? We should follow them.”

Ayan blinked. “Follow them? Why?”

“Because knowing Zoya, she can’t stop herself from buying glitter, rhinestones, and random junk. And if she makes Nandini try on another lehenga and posts it with the caption ‘Future dulhan vibes’, people will start sending rishtas.”

Ayan nodded, serious.

“Exactly. Let’s go. Operation Spy on Sasti Karan Johar and Behen No. 1 begins.”

“We’re not stalking them,” I muttered as I grabbed my keys.

We’re just… monitoring the damage. Financial and emotional 

Precap: Jai and ayan accidentally- follow zoya and Nandini in a lingerie shop.



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