|| Don't Stop Me Now || IshRa SS||UPDATED P-2

Hello YHMians,IshRains and DivAnis,

This is my first fanfiction on this forum and the second on IF. This was written on an impulse and shared while on the same high.I am not quite sure if it will be accepted because its a light piece and a bit OOC.It might be boring at times but I have this absolute urge to write whatever I think of that I haven't quite manage to squish yet.

This piece is dedicated to all the writers on this Forum ,who,with their brilliant words and thoughts have inspired me to write something after a long while.Thank you for the Inspiration.

This is set a few months in the future and Ishra are friends here,if not a couple.There are things below the surface but they have build up this connection all over again.Hope you find my interpretation to your liking.

I apologise in advance for any spelling or grammar mistake.This was written in a frenzy of thoughts and posted during the same high.

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Disclaimer:The Characters belong to their respective owners.The song is the title namesake by QUEEN.Only the plot and its glaring mistakes belong to me.No profit is being made by this.

Don't Stop Me Now

By Vidya29

Raman Kumar Bhalla was busy bickering with his daughter over the validation of her word "Syzygy?!", when Ishita entered the room heaving a cardboard box marked 'Raman'.

Her curiosity piqued, she watched the exchange between father-daughter while she placed the box down by the coffee table and smoothed down her dress absentmindedly.

They both sat cross-legged on the bed playing a game of scrabble or trying to play a game at all. Raman was up in his arms refuting Ruhi's claim, while she looked cross. A smile broke out on Ishita's face and she continued observing them. The two of them were too alike for their own good, she thought. Now that the battle lines were drawn, things won't be boring at least.

"It's a word then. It exists?" Raman queried.

At Ruhi's determined nod he asked her to "Pronounce it then" with a smugness characteristically Raman. At that Ruhi paused mid nod and looked a bit unsure, gaining Raman's victorious smirk. She floundered for a while and then sighed in defeat,"I don't know how to pronounce it".

"But it's exists, I am sure. I read it on the Internet", she quickly insisted. And the fight resumed. As father-daughter groped around the bed for Raman's mobile to check her word, Ishita sat down and peered into the box she carried in. Mummy-ji had given it to her for Raman to check. She had said it had things from his younger years that he quite treasured. Thus, for propriety's sake she asked Raman to come and check the box and he dismissively asked her to do it instead. The man was busy proving a 6 year old wrong, you see. Thinking that, she started looking through the box's contents.

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That's the first part.

Would you like to read more?

Thank you everyone for your encouraging comments.I am quite humbled you found it worthy of your time.

This had been started as an exercise on my part.I felt I was slogging behind in my quest for lingual prowess😆 and started writing it.so,without further ado,

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Part 2:

She found quite a lot of Raman's old stuff from his childhood and teens in the box.

" Star-trek paraphernalia, comics, toy cars, paper cut-outs, posters ,figurines, old photographs, records, trinkets, cassettes, cds , an old wooden model of a plane and a home-stitched superman costume", she mumbled under her breath.

"A home -stitched Superman costume. Interesting."

She paused and looked up at Raman from the corner of her eyes. He was bent over his phone with ruhi hovering over him,trying to get a glimpse of the screen. As she saw him wrinkling his nose,she couldn't contain. She doubled over in silent laughter, imagining him imitating the famous pose. That was the reason behind the famous hands-in-the-pockets pose. Raavan Kumar still harbored his childhood fantasies and modified it to suit his pleasing personality.

'Imagine him with his thin legs and arms wearing the red and blue suit!I bet he never thought he'd turn out short', she mused. Murugan, she would never be able to look at him again with the same eyes. Rubbing her eyes dry, she resumed her task.

Fishing out the photographs she started flipping through them. He had been a chubby kid with braces. A superman fanatic with a goofy smile. He looked like an entirely different person in the photos. She found that she liked what she saw.Flipping through them she noted his expressions-carefree...bubbly...cheeky...exuberant...happy...proud...shy...cheerful...

mischievious...crazy..'

"You are so mean, papa!"

"Ow!"

She was snapped out of her thoughts at her daughter's outburst. She looked up to find Raman rubbing his nose and Ruhi getting off the bed heatedly. She wondered what happened when Raman quickly grabbed Ruhi from the waist and pulled her up on his lap.

" You flung the tiles at me?! You are fast becoming more like your mama than I thought" said he, incredulous and amused.

Hearing this Ishita's eyes narrowed down at Raman, while he playfully started tickling Ruhi, doling out her "punishment". Ruhi shrieked in joy and scrambled off of her father's lap while he mercilessly wriggled his fingers in her face, teasing her,cornering her.Ishita smiled at them as their tickle session escalated into a pillow-fight with both of them armed with a pillow each and laughing away to glory. Overwhelmed at the joy, she looked heavenwards and thanked Murugan for sending this day in their lives.

Sighing in contentment, she looked down and noticed the photo she was holding in her hand.

"Rooh, look! Papa's baby photo!" she called out. "Aww..."

Ruhi who had been in middle of hitting her papa with the pillow paused in her actions and rushed towards Ishita,"What? Show! Show! " . Leaving her father crouched on the bed, waiting for the blow; Ruhi jumped from the bed and kneeled beside Ishita, grabbing the photo out of her hands.

"Aww...Papa nangu!" , Ruhi cooed while Ishita's eyes twinkled. This box was the best thing that has happened to her for a while. Bless mummy-ji!'

Raman who had been passively watching all this while suddenly sat up straight and asked ruhi for the photograph.

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Sorry,isn't beta'ed.😳

amazing concept

plzzz do continue soon :) :)