A THIRTY TWO YEAR OLD ECONOMICS PROFESSOR WITH A DIRTY PAST AND AN EROTIC LIFESTYLE BEHIND HER STIFF NECK OF PROFESSIONAL PRINCIPLE

A thirty four year old economics professor with a shocking past and a dramatic present. The scalding past  left her skin with such beautiful imperfections, men cant help but fall for her, not knowing what they are plunging into. she is forever hesitant to follow her heart but sometimes she just cant help it.

I was just 18 years old, when I joined the college, and now I am 24, when I suddenly plan to pen down my story. In another exactly two months, comes the day when I am getting married. This speculation reverses me, to ponder at what I have learnt in these past 6 years. Love is not about staying together for whole life. Whatever time you get with the person you love, make the most of it.

  So, coming back to the second year of my graduation, this was the year when my life took an entertaining turn. This was the year, of making new friends every day. I didn't know much about most of them, but they were friends who were divided in different groups. Some were friends from economics class while others from English class. Some were friends who met during lunch while some, met me at the dinner. The closest friend was my roommate Chunhua, with whom I shared economics class, lunch, dinner and a close bond.

 The results of our first semester were out and I scored pretty well in all subjects apart from, economics. This was the historic moment in my life, when I decided that I needed extra coaching for this subject. This added to another group of friends 'the coaching friends'! What was different about this set of friends was that this group had guys too, from different colleges. The coaching was on alternate days but our teacher, Mrs. Feng Mian was generous enough to give us coaching passes for each day. So, one day was coaching for us while the next day was an illegal day out, frolic for us. 

     The best part of the day was always the coaching, which was more of delectation and less of studies. The coaching started with the roadside readymade snacks and ended with a Baskin Robbins ice-cream. The gate pass limit was till 7pm and it was always a race till the college gate to reach at dot 7 pm, not a minute early and not a minute dilatory. I literally begged Chunhua to join the coaching with me, but she refused since she had topped in economics and reckoned it to be useless. In a month of span, I made many new friends- Changying, Sophia, Wang, Biyu, John and Sam. 

Changying and Biyu were each other's best friends and roommates who were in the same hostel as mine. Whereas Wang and John were best friends and these four were closest school friends, hailing from Beijing. I was the newest member of their insane group and thus always the victim to their moronic pranks.

3rd Jan, 2016….

            I was just 18 when I joined the college and now I am 24, when I suddenly plan to pen down my story. In another exactly two months, comes the day when I am getting married. This speculation reverses me, to ponder at what I have learnt in these past 6 years. Love is not about staying together for whole life. Whatever time you get with the person you love, make the most of it.....


  So, coming back to the second year of my graduation, this was the year when my life took an entertaining turn. This was the year, of making new friends every day. I didn't know much about most of them, but they were friends who were divided in different groups. Some were friends from economics class while others from English Literature class. Some were friends who met during lunch while some, met me at the dinner. The closest friend was my roommate Natasha, with whom I shared economics class, lunch, dinner and a close bond.

 The results of our first semester were out and I scored pretty well in all subjects apart from, economics. This was the historic moment in my life, when I decided that I needed extra coaching for this subject. This added to another group of friends 'the coaching friends'! 
What was different about this set of friends was that this group had guys too, from different colleges. The coaching was on alternate days but our teacher, Mrs. Eta Khan was generous enough to give us coaching passes for each day. So, one day was coaching for us while the next day was an illegal day out, frolic for us. 

     The best part of the day was always the coaching, which was more of delectation and less of studies. The coaching started with the roadside side "sea- food" and ended with a "kwality" ice-cream. The gate pass limit was till 7 pm and it was always a race till the college gate to reach at dot 7pm, not a minute early and not a minute dilatory. I literally begged Natasha to join the coaching with me, but she refused since she had topped in economics and reckoned it to be useless. In a month of span, I made many new friends- Niki, Tanya, Aarosh, Ruhani, Viva and Sam. 

Niki and Ruhani were each other's best friends and roommates who were in the same hostel as mine. Whereas Aarosh and Vivan were best friends and these four were closest school friends, hailing from Bangkok. I was the newest member of their insane group and thus always the victim to their moronic pranks.

 I gradually, started to spend quite a lot of time in Niki and Ruhani's room, but equal time in my room with Natasha. Natasha was an extremely possessive friend and always wanted my time for herself. So, even I made sure that I spend good amount of time with her. Natasha's boyfriend Manuel, her childhood sweetheart was actually a sweet heart who generated stability in her life and enabled me to get some time off from Natasha, while they were over the phone,  romancing. Having no interest in listening to their mushy talks, I preferred spending time in Niki and Ruhani's room.

What happens when you fall in love with the biggest liar in the entire world?

Does such a relation have any meaning?
Will you ever be able to accept him?
........

A short and a cute story, which will take you in a dreamland!

I know I have always been a terrible cook, that is why my mom seldom lets me use the kitchen back when I was still staying with our family. And my brother would always make sure I know how terrible of a cook I am. (He does all the cooking more often now than our mom, that's why.)
But sometimes I don't get her too. She would usually chastise me for not being able to cook and would always associate it with how will I going to feed my future children someday but then she won't let me use the kitchen for fear that I might mess things around.
In school, we have this home economics class where it taught us different specializations under it that changes according to semester. In our second semester, it was now time for us to learn culinary.
For today, our home economics professor Ms. Springfield brought us to the culinary room where students are brought to harness their skills in cooking. As I see it, I think this is thrice the size of our kitchen back home. The only difference is that there would be no mother to scold me in case I will burn anything, but I have my professor do that in her stead.
"Gosh, why do we even have this subject anyway?" I heard one classmate of mine complains at the back when our teacher is still having their discussion. "It's not like it is related to magic, not even close at all."
"I heard that," Ms. Springfield snaps, and the student straightens up.
"Yes, home economics may not be related to magic" the teacher goes on, glaring at the student who complained earlier. "but it would surely teach you life skills that you may need someday."
Our teacher has definitely a point there.
For today, we were taught to cook for two meal courses: appetizer and main course. Ms. Springfield taught us first the basic skills we should need to know in cooking, which I already learned from my mother but have never had the chance to apply in real life.
"Cooks should be able to cut ingredients quickly and precisely," she instructs as she tried to demonstrate to us the proper way of cutting meat and vegetables that will be needed earlier for the meals we will be cooking.
"Next…"
And our teacher went on the things that we should remember in dealing with food. I had to bring up my mini notebook and my pen to jot down all the things that she has spoken for me to be reminded of it when the time comes that I will be using it later and for the rest of my life.
After the discussion, we were grouped into four. And the best part is that we were allowed to choose our members for the group, so of course we searched for everyone in our pact. When finally formed a group, we then went to the cooking station our teacher has assigned for us, and started doing all the work.
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I was feeling proud and happy at the same time when the food we had prepared today had all be so perfect. All of us gave each other a triumphant grin, but when in reality, it was Cailin who contributed the most since she has to cook most of the time for her mom and her younger brother.
"I am so pleased your food turned out so well," our teacher says to the group stationed before us, which happens to be Jill's little entourage. I saw that smug look on that girl's face when Ms. Springfield complimented their presentation.
"It is as tasty as it looks," one friend of her suggests with a huge amount of confidence in it that it almost made me scoffed in my place but I fought the urge to do it.
"Oh? I can't wait to eat it then,"
"Is it just me or our home economics teacher has her own favorite student?" whispers Ariella, snickering right next to me.
Oh, I was actually surprised that it wasn't me alone who notices it. I have always have this feeling that Ms. Springfield is quite fond of Jill. To everyone else, she hardly acknowledges our works. But if it's Jill we are talking about, she always make sure to acknowledge even her presence.
"I think heard rumors from our classmates that Jill's mom and Ms. Springfield are high school friends in the past. They would have been so closed that our teacher would do anything she can to give Jill's grades a raise regardless of her performance." Maggie adds up,immediately catching our attention.
"Wow, that is quite unfair."
"Just let it be. Home economics is not that big deal anyway. It's one of our minor subjects, and the least of our problems.
We made it sure to keep our voices low and steady, but somehow Jill finds a way to hear it otherwise. I just caught her rolling her eyes in our direction.
So the home economics teacher started having a spoonful of the creamed mushroom soul they cooked, and we did not miss the chance to see her face turned from being happy to being sour in just a snap of a finger.
We threw in a giggle fit, but still in our low voices.
"It tastes…. Okay," the teacher comments, and transferred to the main course we are taught to do today which is smoked salmon.
Again, her face stiffens. And again, we threw another rounds of giggles in her direction but not too loud. 
"Okay… I think I have enough. Thank you, group 3," A forced smile was plastered on her face before she moved on to the next group, which happens to be ours.
In my peripheral vision, Jill tries the mushroom soup they have prepared and immediately swatted the girl next to her.
"This is too salty, gosh!" she groans.
Our group cooking performance turns out to be the highest scorer for this day. Thanks to my friends' efforts, all I have to do earlier was to cut the ingredients while they prepare everything.
But tomorrow's the real deal, because we will be cooking the assigned meal for the day individually. That alone made my palms sweat, and it is not even starting yet.
I came back to the castle later that day feeling pleased with myself for the scire I got from culinary. And the best part is that we all witness how Jill's group was humiliated by the sour face our teacher makes in front of them earlier.
"You look happy," A voice came right behind the moment I reached the gate leading to the rear portion of the castle. It's Lucas by the way, removing the invisible cap Alez let him borrow to pick me up in school and walk with me today.
I smiled at him, then replies, "I learned new dishes this morning in our home economics. I thought maybe I could give it a try to cook for you too."
"That subject again? I thought they have already crossed that out in the new academic year since it is not really contributing much to our magic progress?" he points out, looking surprised.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to protest. And so I did.
"What is with you protesting about home economics? I think it is very reasonable that it should be included in the subject list because" 
I cleared my throat first, and tries to mimic our teacher's voice as possible as I can.
"it teaches us important life lessons that we may need someday."
That made Lucas cracked a laugh.
"Hey, you almost sounded like Ms. Springfield. She was also my home economics teacher way back when I and Alex were still in school."
I swatted him in the arm to which he responded with an "Ow!"
"I don't sound that old, unlike her though."
"Alright, alright."
Lucas curtly nods as he now closes the gate behind us. Together, we walked towards the prince's chamber where my outfit for today was neatly placed by one of the servants.
Upon arriving at the prince's office, Lancelot and Alex must be having a very important and confidential discussion before I arrived. I can see it on the way their body stiffens upon my arrival.
"So? What are you guys talking about just now? May I know?" 
When the two decided to seal their mouths, I added "I see I am not allowed to know it… whatever that is that you are discussing."
"It's about the matters of the state. That is why we can't tell you." Alex utters, but the way he looks away while saying it makes me believe it's some excuse he just made up. 
"Uhuh.." I said, looking at them knowingly.
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-THIRD PERSON-
(Earlier… before Krisella arrives at the office.)
Lancelot and Alez were on standby as they both wait for Krisella and Lucas to show up for their daily training sessions. When everyone didn't talk, Lancelot decided to speak up all of a sudden.
"I can see it in your eyes all this time," 
"The what exactly are you seeing? Please elaborate," Alex demanded.
"The way your eyes light up whenever you see Krisella and your face glows. I can see that you like her."
Alex stiffens, being taken aback by what the priest said. Of all the people, he least expected to hear this from the archbishop himself!
"No, you're wrong. I don't like her, in a romantic way that is."
"Deny all you want, but the truth… will set you free."
"I said I don't like her--"
The door swings open, making Alex's mouth instantly shut and him being frozen to his place, wondering if the girl has ever heard what they were discussing earlier.
But then she looked a bit clueless, and that made the lad somehow relieved.


GOLD TIER WINNER in the last WPC 141: "Royal Romance"

The whole country of Gilead is now facing a crisis upon the sudden disappearance of its prince and master wizard Prince Arthur Spellman. Without him, a possible chance of a sudden attack by the country's long-term enemies would immediately take place.

Only a 14 year old girl named Krisella, who happens to look exactly like the missing prince, could stop this from happening by assuming his role for the meantime.

Join Krisella as she struggles to fulfill her 'impostor duties' while also slowly discovering her full potential as a wizard, her true identity, and unraveling the mysteries behind the prince's sudden disappearance.


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Author's Notes: 

Book cover art is not mine. All credits to its rightful owner. 

Any questions for me? I'm more active in my discord account: @AteJanz0657

after graduating from high school, Alex's grandfather consulted with him about going to Beijing for college and he complied to the suggestion.
he got enrolled in Tsinghua university located in the Haidian District of northwest Beijing. 
It was established in 1911. 
It retains much of its traditional architecture, juxtaposed with many buildings built in the Western-style reflecting the historical American influence on the campus.
Tsinghua University is a comprehensive research university. Its 20 schools and 54 departments cover disciplines in art, economics, education, engineering, history, management, medicine, law, literature, philosophy, and sciences.
two years passed by, Alex majored in economics and as he was focusing on his studies some incidents occurred related to his father which summoned him urgently so he acquiesced.
back to California he applied for Stanford and got accepted duo to his excellent scores and stellar high school diploma.
Stanford is a private Ivy League university in the heart of California's Silicon Valley. 
Opened in 1891, Stanford has a distinguished history as a leader in learning, discovery, innovation, and discourse. 
The university enrolls over 7,000 undergraduate students and contains seven schools. 
One of the world's top research universities, Stanford boasts a 4:1 student-to-faculty ratio.
in three years span, Alex got a bachelor of science with a major in economics (Bsc).
A BSc in Economics has more of practical aspects involved as compared to that of BA in Econ which includes more of theoretical aspects. 
A BSc focuses on the mathematical side of economics compulsorily. 
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....
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back in day. in Madrid.
A fancy Jeep pulled by a glamorous villa which have two rows of servants, maids and assistants awaiting in front of it plus a parade of leading characters in the business industry headed by an exquisite superior middle aged man anticipating the arrival of the honourable guest.
the luxury chalet is one of the best houses in Puerta de Hierro. Built on a plot of 1100 m is the Victorian style villa with private pool and luxury materials, solid wooden staircase tali, and Carrara marble floors. It is distributed over 3 floors with a floor area of ​​750 m2, with large and bright spaces with ceilings 4 meters high, with moldings. interior elevator linking the 3 floors. On the main floor, very spacious hall with a magnificent marquetry floor, an office with library, toilet, wardrobe area and a splendid lounge of 140 m2 with 3 orientations windows and a fireplace. The porch is from side to side of the rear facade dump over the garden and pool with fountain and mosaic tile. The dining room with wooden floor also with marquetry, and a guest toilet between it and a wine bar Andalusian style. The principal, with a large dressing area, currently is attached to the adjacent 60 m2 by sliding doors and give you use of the living room. Both have access to a dunk on the garden terrace. The exterior carpentry is PVC with fraileras. The wooden interior doors and closets painted white. All windows except the lounge have electric shutters. Awnings are also electric. The air conditioning is circuit pump hot and cold, independent from plants like heating.
as the gorgeous handsome young man stepped in the mansion he received the warm greetings from all.
" young master Xu. welcome to Madrid "
" young master Xu....."
"....."
as the middle aged man took the guest's hand in his own he greeted nicely.
" nice to meet you. master Xu Zhilan, it's a honor to us having you here in our capital, by the way how's your grandfather nowadays ?"
" same here, thank you very much for the receiving and grandpa is doing well thanks again for the consideration ".
Alex responses respectfully as they walked to the villa .

having lived in a very plain simple life from small to big Sirina never ever imagined that the chance to live the life of the explorers and go through adventures , dangers and missions
or that she from normal college student like millions others to be a super rich business woman whom owns a new promising international group that about to shake the market in all middle East and Africa
that chance came from...............
THE SAME sad accident that left her crying in the middle of night for years
but it's a fact in this world
pain and pleasure all come together
so set in her journey all kinds of problems and ordeals along came her best friend princess
Mary and many others that will help her , guide her and love her
and she will have a strong role in everyone love story one way or another
eventually she will meet with her soulmate
and future husband Alex a big leader in the underworld and a CEO of hazel_yun int. group
also the last heir of a large traditional Chinese hidden family.

In fact, Xiao Tong did write that thesis just to graduate. She asked her brother to help with the mathematical model optimization, but the thesis ended up disrupting the entire economics field…
The improved Bewley model… or the so-called Lu-Bewley model, was far superior to the previous Bewley model, both in terms of computational efficiency and the accuracy of calculation results. This greatly benefited the macroeconomists around the world.
And it wasn't just that.
What surprised people wasn't just the superiority of the Lu Bewley model, but it was also the fact that Professor Lu was doing research on economics!
And that he had already produced such an outstanding result!
The Bewley model had always been a state of the art model for the field of macroeconomics; it was one of the classical mathematical economics concepts.
But now, there was a more powerful model presented in front of them. How could they not be excited?
Even though Lu Zhou didn't officially name this model, the academic community named it for him.
Which was the Lu Bewley model!
This was Xiao Tong's graduation thesis, but the spotlight was entirely on her brother. However, she wasn't discouraged; instead, she was almost relieved.
She knew that she could have never produced this level of research on her own.
Because of this, at the bottom of the thesis, she clearly stated that the mathematical model was mainly completed by Lu Zhou, and that she was mainly responsible for the economic theory and data collection.
Maybe because she was a second author, because after the thesis was published, she didn't receive any unnecessary harassment.
As for her mentor, Professor Forster, who was named as the first author, his email was being filled to the brim.
This middle-aged professor was overjoyed.
Allowing one student to graduate in exchange for the first author on an outstanding thesis, this was one of the best trades he had ever done!
The only unfortunate thing was that his name wasn't included in the Lu Bewley model…
…
University of Oxford campus.
An office in the department of economics.
Professor Forster spoke in an angry voice toward a poor BBC reporter.
"I think the Lu Bewley model name is totally unfair! As a first author for this paper, I think my name should be in the model! This is outrageous!"
People like Professor Forster were never satisfied.
Even though Professor Forster knew this thesis was outstanding, he didn't think it would be this magnificent. He didn't expect the entire macroeconomics community to be raving over this paper. The paper even attracted the attention of several big names!
Like Krugman…
Forster often talked about Krugman's international trade economics theory in his lectures. He never expected Krugman to comment on his paper in the Science highlights section.
Indeed, the Lu Bewley model thesis was featured in the famous Science highlights section. This was the first time the Lu Bewley model name was seen. The entire economics world decided to adopt the name.
This made him excited, but also furious.
Nothing indicated that he contributed to the mathematical model!
The BBC reporter tried and failed to calm Forster down. He had no choice but to continue the interview.
"But Mr. Forster, according to an academician from the Royal Academy of Sciences, the essence of the paper is the mathematical side, which was independently completed by Professor Lu Zhou… What specific contributions have you done to the model?"
Professor Forster was stunned.
"Um… Contributions are often not reflected in the paper itself," Professor Forster awkwardly said. "You know, when it comes to scientific research, especially the theoretical side, collecting and interpreting data are also very important. Being able to collaborate with a world-class scholar is also the job of a scientific researcher!"
He was correct.
Social skill was also part of scientific research.
There were even people who had substandard research abilities but were still able to produce good research results because of their connections.
After all, most scholars were relatively introverted. If someone could connect two scholars together, or even put two people in a room together, they might be able to create some friction.
For example, Montgomery, who studied number theory, and Dyson, who studied physics, had never interacted with each other prior to Princeton's "master socializer" Giovala connecting them together. 
However…
After the BBC reporter heard Professor Forster's explanation, he had an awkward expression on his face.
"But according to our sources, the reason why Professor Lu participated in the research was that his sister Ms. Lu Xiao Tong was involved in the project."
Professor Forster furiously said, "Enough! I'm her supervisor, and I was the one who brought her into the world of academia! Who do you really think contributed more!"
The interview continued in the office.
Even though the doors were closed, Xiao Tong could still hear the anger in Professor Forster's words through the door.
If this were before, she would have been a little worried.
But now, she only felt relief and pride.
It was time for her to say goodbye to this place.
Ansley was also standing in the corridor outside, and she looked at Xiao Tong and said, "Congratulations on graduating… Sometimes I think your choice is correct, but there are things I can't say."
Xiao Tong smirked and said, "I know what you want to say."
Ansley shrugged and said, "Good, I feel like Forster argues like a little kid." 
Xiao Tong brushed her hair and smiled.
"I couldn't agree more."
The two smiled at each other.
Ansley then said, "Have you decided on where you want to go?"
"Not yet, I just want to go to Princeton, but I haven't thought about which teacher to apply to." Xiao Tong paused for a second and said, "I'm not in a hurry; I still have the holidays to think about it. I'll probably read through some papers, see which research directions are interesting."
"I think you should think carefully, don't make decisions too soon," Ansley said. "Also, you should wait a while before asking him for a recommendation letter… He's not in the best mood right now, who knows what he'll do."
Xiao Tong casually said, "Actually, the recommendation letter doesn't matter, plus Professor Forster's personality… I have a better chance at winning a lottery than getting his recommendation letter." 
She wasn't very worried about the recommendation letter.
Even though the letter was important, it wasn't crucial.
With an Econometrica thesis under her belt, most professors would strongly consider her PhD application, even without a recommendation letter.
Ansley smiled and said, "Looks like you have it all thought out, then I wish you… A happy Chinese New Year."
"Thank you."
Suddenly, the phone in her pocket vibrated.
"Wait a second… I think I received a notification."
Ansley: "Go ahead, open it."
Xiao Tong took out her phone and glanced at the email notification. She read the title and froze there.
Ansley noticed her expression and asked, "What?"
"I…" Xiao Tong calmed herself down and said, "received a letter from Professor Krugman."
"Krugman? Paul Krugman from Princeton?" Ansley froze for a second and said, "Oh my gosh! Krugman! I read his paper a few days ago! What did he say?"
"He said…" Xiao Tong looked up in disbelief and said, "He asked me to study a PhD with him… That is, if I haven't decided yet."
Ansley: "…???"


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

"You OK?" I said going up to my just friend. 

She remained in her seat as her tears re-emerged. The last lecture had ended and the classroom was empty. 

I hadn't spoken much to Ananya after our lunch last week. Pretty girls behave best when you ignore them. (Of course, they have to know you are ignoring them otherwise, they may not even know you exist.) 

But today I had to talk to her. She had cried in the class. We had auditorium-style classrooms with semi-circular rows, so everyone could see everyone. 

Students sat in alphabetical order. Ananya, like all kids doomed with names starting with the letter A, sat in the first row on the left side.

She sat between Ankur and Aditya, both IITians who had already proposed to her without considering the embarrassment of being rejected and then sitting next to the 
rejection for the whole year. 

I sat in the third row, between Kanyashree, who took notes like a diligent court transcripter, and five Mohits, who had come from different parts of India. But neither Ankur, nor Kanyashree, nor the five Mohits had noticed Ananya"s tears. 

Only I had caught her wiping her eye with a yellow dupatta that had little bells at its ends that tinkled whenever she moved. 

In the past week, I had limited my communication with Ananya to cursory greetings every morning and a casual wave at the end of the day. During classes, we had to pay attention to the teachers we had marked for class participation saying something that sounds intelligent. Most IITians never spoke while people from non-science backgrounds spoke non-stop. 

Twenty-three minutes into the microeconomics class, the professor drew an L-shaped utility curve on the blackboard. He admired his curve for ten seconds and then turned to the class. 

"How many economics graduates here?" asked Prof Chatterjee, a two-decade IIMA veteran. 

Fifteen students out of the seventy students in section A raised their hands, 

Ananya included. 

Chatterjee Sir turned to her "You recognise the curve, Ms Ananya?" He read her name from the nameplate in front. 

"The basic marginal utility curve, sir," Ananya said. 

"So, Ms Ananya,how would you represent that curve mathematically?" 

Ananya stood up, her eyes explaining clearly that she had no clue. The remaining fourteen economics graduates lowered their hands. 

"Yes, Ms Ananya?" Chatterjee said. 
Ananya clutched the trinkets on her dupatta so they didn't make a noise.

she spoke. "Sir, that curve shows different bundles of goods between which a consumer is indifferent. That is, at each point on the curve, the consumer has an equal preference for one bundle over another." 

"That's not my question. What is the mathematical formula?" 

"I don't know that. In any case, this is only a concept." 

"But do you know it?" 

"No. but I can't think of any real-life situation where a mathematical formula like this would work," Ananya said. 

Prof raised his hand to interrupt her.

"Shsh…." He gave a sinister smile. 

"Notice, class, notice. This is the state of economics education in our country. 

Top graduates don't know the basics. And then they ask – why is India economically backward?" 

Prof emphatically dropped the chalk on his table to conclude his point. He had solved what had dumbfounded policymakers for decades. Ananya Swaminathan was the reason for India's backwardness. 

Ananya hung her head in shame. A few IITians brightened up. Microeconomics was an elective course in IIT and those who had done it knew the formula. They were itching to show off. 

"Anyone knows?" Prof asked and Ankur raised his hand. 

"Yes, tell us Ms Ananya, you should talk to your neighbors more. And next time, don't raise your hand if I ask for microeconomics graduates." Prof said. 

He went to the board to write lots of Greek symbols and calculus equations. 

The course started with cute little things like how many people choose between tea and biscuits. It had moved on to scary equations that would dominate exams. 

The class took mad notes. Kanyashree wrote so hard I could feel the seismic vibrations from her pen's nib. 

I stole a glance at Ananya. As a smug Ankur saw his words inscribed on the board, Ananya's left hand's fingers scrunched up her yellow dupatta.

She moved her left hand to her face even as she continued to write with her right. In subtle movements, she dabbed at her tears. Maybe Ms. Best Girl had a heart, I thought. 

And maybe I should cut out my studied ignorance strategy and talk to her after class. 

"You OK?" I said again. 

She nodded while continuing to wipe her tears. She fixed her gaze down. 

"I miss Topaz," I said to change the topic. 

"I've never been so humiliated," she said. 

"Nobody cares. All professors are assholes. That's the universal truth," I offered. "At least where I come from." 

"You want to see my economics degree? I'll show you my grades." 

"No," I said. 

"I came third in the entire Delhi University. These wannabe engineer profs have turned economics from perfectly fine liberal arts subject to this Greek symbol junkyard," she said as she pointed to the formulae on the board. 

I kept silent. 

"You are from IIT. You probably love these equations," she said and looked up at me. Despite her tears, she still looked pretty. 

I looked at the blackboard. Yes, I did have a fondness for algebra. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Yet, this wasn't the time. "No, I am not a big fan. Greek symbols do take the fun out of any subject." 

"Exactly, but these profs don"t think so. They will have these equations in the test next week. I am going to flunk. And he is going to turn me into this specimen of the educated but clueless Indian student. I bet I am the staff-room discussion right now." 

"They are all frustrated," I said. "we are half their age but will earn twice as them in two years. Wouldn't you hate an eleven-year-old if he earned double?" 

She smiled. 

"You need to hang that dupatta out to dry," I said. She smiled some more. 

We walked out of the class. We decided to skip lunch and have tea and an omelette at the roadside RamBhai outside the campus. 

"He is going to screw me in microeconomics. He's probably circled my name and put a D in front of it already," she said, nestling the hot glass of tea in her dupatta folds for insulation. 

"Don't freak out. Listen, you can study with me. I don't like these equations, but I am good at them. That's all we did at IIT for four years." 

She looked at me for a few seconds. 

"Hey, I have no interest in being number eleven. This is purely for study reasons." 

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tere were many names used in this chapter
like
Ankur,Aditya,Mohita,Ram Bhai, professor chaterjee

again dupatta is Indian cloth that women wear.

Topaz was the restaurant they had lunch at.

Delhi University is a famous University in india.

Love marriages around the world are simple: 

Boy loves girl. Girl loves boy. 

They get married. 

In India, there are a few more steps: 

Boy loves Girl. Girl loves Boy. 

Girl's family has to love boy. Boy's family has to love girl. 

Girl's Family has to love Boy's Family. Boy's family has to love girl's family. 

Girl and Boy still love each other. They get married. 

Welcome to 2 States, a story about Krish and Ananya. They are from two different states of India, deeply in love, and want to get married. Of course, their parents don’t agree.


 To convert their love story into a love marriage, the couple has a tough battle in front of them. For it is easy to fight and rebel, but it is much harder to convince. Will they make it?


This may be the first time in the history of books, but here goes:


Dedicated to my in-laws


* 

*which does not mean I am henpecked, under her thumb, or not man enough.




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SHORT SYS:

A man and a woman come from two very different cultural backgrounds and decide that they won't get married until they convince their parents. As feared, differences between the families pose a hurdle.


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This is not my original story.

Karen was born in Mexico but when she was 12 her family had to move to the United States. She lived a happy life, her parents started a restaurant and when she turned seventeen Karen had to move to China due to her parents wanted to expand their businesses. 
Karen at the age of seventeen had to learn Chinese she wanted to become a lawyer. Her family business was big, and they were known world wide for their amazing restaurants and for the unique taste. She managed to learn Chinese really quick. When she turned 18 Karen decided to start helping with the family business and learn more about the things they do on their company. She had now wanted to study administration so she could help her parents with the business...
She applied for the best university in China and got accepted, she was really sure she wanted to study administration, she is now in the university and everything is going good, she has more friends and goes out with them to have fun, but something really unexpected happened she now has a crush on this guy in her economics class. He was a good looking guy, Karen never had a crush on somebody because she was always very strict with school and was afraid that she could get hurt by a guy. 
Karen did not know what was love but she knew that it was something that happen unexpectedly and was hard to forget about it. Two months had pass and she managed to convince her mother to let her work a part time job in the company and to work full time the weekends. One day Karen's mother asked her to go with her to a business reunion and she accepted, since it was a classy reunion she had to wear something sophisticated and nice. When she entered the room she saw a lot of good looking man sitting in a circular table, they were all looking very classy and she could tell they had money, but someone captured her attention the good looking guy that was in her economics class was siting in the table, he looked fancy and good looking with a suit, since the only sits that were left were next to "the economics boy" she had to sit next to him, she felt awkward that she had to bow at him, Karen didn't accept that she has a crush on him but she knows she feels a certain way towards him.

David Peterson's pov:

Really, economics sucks for me, everytime i try to read it through the lesson the very next day i doubt myself when i don't remember it. I really need a tutor for myself to score atleast seventy above in economics, if not then Ms. John will chop me off to death.

I was having my head between my two palms when suddenly my phone rang making me to get it out of the drawer. I check out the Caller id and it was from the person i was telling about, Ms. John. 

"Hello Ms. John, How can i help you with?", I asked her in a polite way when i actually cringed inside when i spoke in a way i never speak to anyone except my boss, Yoongi who is my friend and now, Ms. John. 

"Mr. Peterson, it would be great if you pass the next economics examination which will be held on coming August. This time....... Sadly, you have scored 24 out of 100 which is considered as fail and for your information I won't be taking you to the principal because I know that you have a part time job and you have passed all the other subjects with good ninety percent and above", She warned me and i just continued to take down the notes which are important.

"Okay Ms. John I am glad and thankful that you won't be taking me to the principal and I will prove it to you that I am capable of better performance in economics" I stated truly and hung up the call after greeting her bye.

She knows that I have a part time job in a company which is a pure lie, I can't just go around and tell everyone that i am a womaniser , it's just so dirty and shameful, I feel embarrassed to call myself a womaniser. 

There is only one person who can take me out of this shit and that is Lucas, I quickly called him and started speaking to him about the problem I have regarding this fucking subject.

"i have someone in mind dude, she is an economic major in the same University as us", he stated 

"Do i know her?", I asked him and he replied with a no.

"If you think that she is gonna be one of those clingy girls who are head over heels for you then you are wrong, she knows about you but she has other works than to stay around you", Thank God I sighed and told him to tell the girl to meet me up behind the school. He ended the call with yes and a bye.

Finally i will have someone who can tutor me and make me pass the coming examination. 

And soon I got a call from Mr. Wilson asking me to reach his house to show him how much I earned. 

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Isla Brown's pov:

I finished my last class of the day and went behind the school to greet that David boy. I guess I've seen him but still not sure of his face. I was deep in my thoughts when i heard a deep but a sweet voice calling me from behind. 

"Hi", I heard him say while we were standing across each other "So umm...I am David Peterson but you can call me David", He introduced himself and i smiled at him.

He kinda looked like a good character boy with that deep and sweet voice of him. 

"Hello, I am Lee Isla Brown but you can call me Isla, Nice to meet you David ", i said and pulled out my hand for a handshake when he just rejected my offer. 

"So.... to make myself clear i want you to tutor me with economics and... i don't want to be friends with you. We are just... I guess acquaintances because I have personal problems with women and I want you to make me pass this examination", He said clearly and i was just astonished by how rude he was. 

Okay, I take back what I just said about him. He stood there folding his muscular arms waiting for my reply but you know what, I don't give a fuck about it.

I placed my index finger on his chest and pushed him back until he reached the wall as i pinned him up with my both arms on his either sides.

He was kinda taller than me but still I was almost his height. 

"I don't give a fuck about you.... hating women. If you want to pass economics in this semester then be good to me or it would be so much better for assholes like you to find someone else to fucking tutor you", i stated and looked at him in rage that i didn't manifest to anyone other than assholes like David .

"Oohh you've got some guts down there to talk to me in this manner. You better know who i am before you talk to me in this kind of way, lady" he said to me with a smickering smile on his gracious goodnesse's face. 

I actually admit that he is damn handsome but still with this attitude I'm sure I won't let him lead on. I rolled my eyes at him. 

"When you have so much courage to talk to your tutor in a rude manner then...... why can't I talk to someone who i'm gonna tutor in the same way? Go and find your fucking self someone who will know who you are, bloody asshole", I replied to him as I bent down to pick my bag from the ground which fell down when i pushed David. 

I went to my house and called Lucas to come to my house to tell him about everything which happened. He came in just few minutes. As soon as he came he said about him. "I came to know that you fought with him", he started as he layed down on the coach and made himself comfortable. 

"Ohh that asshole told you about it. And.... for your kind information he was the one who started saying that, 'i don't want to be friends with you because i have personal problems with women' and some shit about it", i told him the state of affairs happened their. I mimicked his voice and ruined my eyes right after. Like really, i have anger issues and trust issues.

"I know that you are short tempered but he doesn't know it, please i beg for you to tutor him if not then he will fail in economics, buddy and no one is better than you in our school, so give him a chance", he said with puppy eyes. 

Wow, his friend is much more concerned about him than himself, he is lucky to have a friend like Lucas like how i am.

"Only on one condition", i stated and sat beside Yoongi and put my hand around his shoulder as i thought of what the condition can be. He should learn his lesson of being good to women than to treating them as they all are same. 

"I want him to come to me and beg me to tutor him and i am sure that i will make him top in economics as well", i smirked at my own condition while Lucas just stared at me in shock. 

"Do you think it's possible?.... He is not that kind of guy, Isla", Lucas said and I just shool my head.

"Do I look like I care?... If not then, let him find another tutor", I said and Lucas just gave me a puppy eyes which he knows will never work on me.

"I'll try my best", He sighed and I fist bumped the air.

"From the start, my life was a dark, black hole but........", he whispered in her ear. "This darkness with you, can sometimes be so steamy with just a good time and most importantly us........ Naked", He continued, which made her mind insane.

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