Can someone write me a story with all 6 expressions

Can someone write me a story with all 6 expressions?


“I love you too.
Muhhaa.
” Raj expressed on call.

“Well, no kissing until you shave your beard.
” A feminine voice came from the other side.

“What? Why? I won’t do that.
” Raj asked anxiously.

“Because, it disgustingly pained my cheeks last night.
Kiss or beard – your move!” Giving these choices she cut the call.

Raj turned backside and found his wife Meera standing behind him.
She quickly asked, “Who was on call?”
“Oh! Just a random call,” Raj excused and questioned, “Have you got clients’ files?”
Meera handed it to Raj and both concentrated further to study clients’ files.

Later, Raj excused Meera and left office earlier.
While driving on his way, he thought that how clearly he used to refuse his mom every-time when she demanded a clean shave.
Somewhere, he felt a bit guilty that his response was negative for Meera in the matter of beard.
He was a true beard lover.

For a moment, he determined his mind to not shave, but all of a sudden he stopped his car at a saloon.
Because making her unhappy was like fear, but he was confused that what would he answer to Meera.

He skipped his thought train and got shaved in an off mood.
While getting shaved, he got bled on the chin because the blade was not properly adjusted by the barber guy.
For a moment, he got angry, but before he could express his anger in words the barber’s apologies turned him down.

Even getting bled for her was a very small deal for him.
Finally, he drove to his desired place and buzzed the door.

Much to his suprise, Meera opened the door and he asked, “You? Here?”
Meera smiled and answered, “Raj, this is my parent’s home.
I’m here since I was born and wait, someone got shaved! Really?”
“Oh! Come on, just give me a way.
” Raj excused and entered inside the house.

Just at that time, his eight year old daughter Myra ran to him.
Raj was clean shaved as per Myra’s demand.
Without uttering even a single word, Myra kissed her dad and said, “I missed you daddy.
Take me home now.

Following to this, on many other stages of life, Myra was truly treated like a princess by her dad.
Raj adopted a new habit to do clean shave, daily! Because, the reward was really worthy.


“Hey Deepak, where are you man? Will you reach in time? ” asked Aditya.

“Arey yaar, I got stuck in traffic!” replied Deepak.

“Oh! Sindhuri and Madhuritha are on the way! Come fast,” said Aditya.

It's been so long since they last met.
They were the famous 'gang' in their school.
But after they left the school, they never met again.

Finally they met, the place where they used to eat their lunch together, the place where they used to play as kids .
As the tears rolled down ,they hugged each other.
They could still feel the affection they have against each other.
They were craving for this time.
Soon, talks about their childhood were on.

“ Hey guys , where is Akhil?” asked Madhuritha.

“ Oops! I didn't call him!” muffled Sindhuri.

“Sindhuri, How did you forget Akhil?” shouted Deepak.

…….

“Akhil ! Akhil! Akkhiiiil! wake up,” a firm voice came from the kitchen.

Akhil opened his eyes , punched himself for dreaming a dream which doesn't become true and cursed himself for thinking about their childhood friends over and over.
He wiped his tears in disgust.

A message popped up in his phone, just then he was leaving his bed.
And it said.
.

“Hey idiot! Guess what? At last we are going to meet!
“Deepak , Aditya and Madhuritha will also join!”
.

.

.

Yes, the message was from Sindhuri.



1999.

She was lonely, defeated and utterly depressed.
Until she met him.
He was like the ray of shining hope she was waiting for.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and she didn’t know how or when, but she had fallen head over heels in love with him.
The dark clouds and rain were replaced by sunshine and chirping birds.
Each day seemed worth looking forward to.
Until one day, she found a picture fallen out of his wallet.
A picture of an attractive woman her age, or maybe a little older than her, decked in all the jewellery and ornaments indicative of a married woman.
It sent a weird chill down her spine.
Never had he mentioned anything about another woman in his life in any of his conversations.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
Maybe it did not belong to him at all.
The next day she handed him the picture.
His expression changed immediately.
It was the expression of guilt.
Her worst fears had come true.
She had been lied to, cheated on and gotten her trust broken, yet again.
He tried to stop her, asking her for giving him a chance to apologize and justify himself.
She gave him one last look of disgust, freed her hand from his grip and left the scene.
She was angry with herself, more than anybody else for falling for the wrong person yet another time.
Maybe love was never meant for her.
She was lonely, defeated and utterly depressed.


I used to think about how Pixar turned out with such awesome motion pictures, after a seemingly endless amount of time.
At that point, I discovered a typical Pixar film takes six years to create, and the vast majority of that time is spent on the story.

In this article, you'll learn ten privileged insights about how to compose a story, and all the more vitally, how to compose a story that is good.
Write the main draft of your story in as short a period as could be expected under the circumstances.
In case you're composing a short story, attempt to compose it in one sitting.
In case you're composing a novel, attempt to compose it in one season


Can someone write me a story with all 6 expressions?


“I love you too.
Muhhaa.
” Raj expressed on call.

“Well, no kissing until you shave your beard.
” A feminine voice came from the other side.

“What? Why? I won’t do that.
” Raj asked anxiously.

“Because, it disgustingly pained my cheeks last night.
Kiss or beard – your move!” Giving these choices she cut the call.

Raj turned backside and found his wife Meera standing behind him.
She quickly asked, “Who was on call?”
“Oh! Just a random call,” Raj excused and questioned, “Have you got clients’ files?”
Meera handed it to Raj and both concentrated further to study clients’ files.

Later, Raj excused Meera and left office earlier.
While driving on his way, he thought that how clearly he used to refuse his mom every-time when she demanded a clean shave.
Somewhere, he felt a bit guilty that his response was negative for Meera in the matter of beard.
He was a true beard lover.

For a moment, he determined his mind to not shave, but all of a sudden he stopped his car at a saloon.
Because making her unhappy was like fear, but he was confused that what would he answer to Meera.

He skipped his thought train and got shaved in an off mood.
While getting shaved, he got bled on the chin because the blade was not properly adjusted by the barber guy.
For a moment, he got angry, but before he could express his anger in words the barber’s apologies turned him down.

Even getting bled for her was a very small deal for him.
Finally, he drove to his desired place and buzzed the door.

Much to his suprise, Meera opened the door and he asked, “You? Here?”
Meera smiled and answered, “Raj, this is my parent’s home.
I’m here since I was born and wait, someone got shaved! Really?”
“Oh! Come on, just give me a way.
” Raj excused and entered inside the house.

Just at that time, his eight year old daughter Myra ran to him.
Raj was clean shaved as per Myra’s demand.
Without uttering even a single word, Myra kissed her dad and said, “I missed you daddy.
Take me home now.

Following to this, on many other stages of life, Myra was truly treated like a princess by her dad.
Raj adopted a new habit to do clean shave, daily! Because, the reward was really worthy.


“Hey Deepak, where are you man? Will you reach in time? ” asked Aditya.

“Arey yaar, I got stuck in traffic!” replied Deepak.

“Oh! Sindhuri and Madhuritha are on the way! Come fast,” said Aditya.

It's been so long since they last met.
They were the famous 'gang' in their school.
But after they left the school, they never met again.

Finally they met, the place where they used to eat their lunch together, the place where they used to play as kids .
As the tears rolled down ,they hugged each other.
They could still feel the affection they have against each other.
They were craving for this time.
Soon, talks about their childhood were on.

“ Hey guys , where is Akhil?” asked Madhuritha.

“ Oops! I didn't call him!” muffled Sindhuri.

“Sindhuri, How did you forget Akhil?” shouted Deepak.

…….

“Akhil ! Akhil! Akkhiiiil! wake up,” a firm voice came from the kitchen.

Akhil opened his eyes , punched himself for dreaming a dream which doesn't become true and cursed himself for thinking about their childhood friends over and over.
He wiped his tears in disgust.

A message popped up in his phone, just then he was leaving his bed.
And it said.
.

“Hey idiot! Guess what? At last we are going to meet!
“Deepak , Aditya and Madhuritha will also join!”
.

.

.

Yes, the message was from Sindhuri.



1999.

She was lonely, defeated and utterly depressed.
Until she met him.
He was like the ray of shining hope she was waiting for.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and she didn’t know how or when, but she had fallen head over heels in love with him.
The dark clouds and rain were replaced by sunshine and chirping birds.
Each day seemed worth looking forward to.
Until one day, she found a picture fallen out of his wallet.
A picture of an attractive woman her age, or maybe a little older than her, decked in all the jewellery and ornaments indicative of a married woman.
It sent a weird chill down her spine.
Never had he mentioned anything about another woman in his life in any of his conversations.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
Maybe it did not belong to him at all.
The next day she handed him the picture.
His expression changed immediately.
It was the expression of guilt.
Her worst fears had come true.
She had been lied to, cheated on and gotten her trust broken, yet again.
He tried to stop her, asking her for giving him a chance to apologize and justify himself.
She gave him one last look of disgust, freed her hand from his grip and left the scene.
She was angry with herself, more than anybody else for falling for the wrong person yet another time.
Maybe love was never meant for her.
She was lonely, defeated and utterly depressed.


I used to think about how Pixar turned out with such awesome motion pictures, after a seemingly endless amount of time.
At that point, I discovered a typical Pixar film takes six years to create, and the vast majority of that time is spent on the story.

In this article, you'll learn ten privileged insights about how to compose a story, and all the more vitally, how to compose a story that is good.
Write the main draft of your story in as short a period as could be expected under the circumstances.
In case you're composing a short story, attempt to compose it in one sitting.
In case you're composing a novel, attempt to compose it in one season

Updated: 09.06.2019 — 5:13 pm

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