MaNan FF Enemies Turned Lovers

hii guys my name is Anaita Arora naam toh suna hoga bt agar nahi bhi suna hoga toh ab sun liya hoga...hehe I am in class 10 and a craxy fan of MaNan as well as a PaNi shipper soo i m addicted to reading superb fictions over here and that inspired me to write a one of my own . its jst a mere thought i m giving over a prologue and a character sketch do tell me whether i should continue with it or not i will be posting most probably twice a week from 22nd december as having exams from 8 th...enough of my bak bak lets me tell u guys m one hell of a talkitive person.Please bear with this crap . Here u goo... PROLOGUE It was evening and a girl was jst blabering wht to wear for a party as recently her dad joined a famous rotary club of Delhi and she is very excited wht to meet new people .After hours of discussion with her mother finally she decided her dress. All the four members of the family got ready and are ready to goo after a hours journey they reached the venue Hotel Ashoka which is a quite royal kind of a hotel bt the girl was quite used to it... they enterd and she starting meeting new people her mother introduced her to kids of her own age her name is navya naveli (vaise m bata doo...us ladki ka naam nandini morthy hai ) suddenly nandini saw something and her blood boiled in anger a boy comfortably sitting on a big round table with his friends was just odering a child nearly of 10_11 yrs of age and talking very rudely to that kid he was on verge of slapping that innocent soul that was it for nandu she stood and without thinking twice she slapped that boy...thuddd shocking every body all his frnds became silent coz no body ever dare to mess with them NAVYA ... ooommmggg...Nandu tumne yeh kya kara ...iss rakshas se panga kyun le liya That guy spoke ...How dare u haan how dare u to slap me THE MANIK NOW U WILL REGRET guys that was for prologue will try to imorove my writing with further updates will post character sketch in next post a very big thanks to myrah dii to tell me how to post stories