Mathematician in the magic world

"But sir, I have worked multiple years to finally conclude the results I always chased," a young man in a white shirt and black pants stood in a simple classroom. There was a kind of enthusiastic but desperate expression on his face matching the room which was messy yet so colourful, hundreds of papers lay on the tables and ground with different colours.

"No Shekhar, you haven't clearly understood theories in the way it was intended, you shouldn't publish your research paper before finishing the projects thoroughly," an old voice fell in Shekhar's ear.

There was a stern expression on the professor's face as he stared at the research paper submitted by Shekhar, but one could observe an ecstatic look in his eyes.

The research paper consisted of twenty pages each remarking on geometrical patterns and algebra of these drawings, they seem to be right in a certain set of equations yet completely diverging from the usual understanding.

"Alright, here is the presentation list you have to prepare for me, while I lecture the next class. Meet me at the assembly hall today, I have discovered something unusual in your research paper," The professor handed a file to Shekhar and left.

Shekhar stood there with a dejected expression as he saw the professor strolling around away with the research paper he produced after all these years of hard work. He could only hope the professor would give him some credit to him in the assembly hall while pointing out his mistake.

He slowly sat on the computer table and began uploading data for the presentation he was asked to create. While tapping the keyboard, there was sadness in his eyes, the more he tapped, his mind began slithering into turmoil. 

Images frequently appeared in his brain, as he laughed at his demise, he was pursuing his PhD from the country's best institute yet the mathematics he loved was drifting away from him.

At the age of sixteen, he had a brilliant mind for comprehending math theories and approaches to problems. Due to his love of mathematics and desire to serve his country, he left the high-earning career and pursued a master's and currently PhD in maths, but later he realised the bitter truth of his passion, he saw professor treated him more like a handyman rather than a student.

The government didn't provide any significant monetary help in any project and he had to do jobs to sustain his daily needs and projects. Every day, he still worked hard and tried to change the professor's perspective towards him, but the harder he worked, the workload increased for him rather than getting any appreciation, all he got was more work.

Shekhar's speed on the keyboard increased as these thoughts hovered over his mind, he knew the professor denied his request to publish a paper because he wanted him to work in the class for more years, as he was the perfect handyman anyone could desire.

"I will leave my PhD after he announces my name in the assembly hall, at least I'll get some recognition for all of my work these years, then start my own data company," though he was dejected for a moment, he knew this was the best choice for him and it was time to get out of this hellhole.

"Wassup Mr. Genius!" A youthful voice echoed in the room as Shekhar shifted his attention to the boy standing at the door. 

"Oh, it's you, Kisan!" Shekhar's mood became a bit better as he saw his old classmate from the school. Kisan was his best friend from school and a good competitor as they both competed a lot in exams and studied together.

"Surprised right, heard that the professor will reveal something crucial today, if I am being correct, it has something to do with you, isn't it?" Kisan's prying eyes fell on Shekhar, trying to gauge information wide open.

"I hope so, after all the amount of assignments and projects I did for him is uncountable, if he doesn't give me good credit there, that would be quite heartbreaking," Shekhar smiled and continued completing the presentation.

In return, Kisan shrugged it off as if he was indifferent to all of these. "You know, a girl from bachelor class was asking some questions about you," Kisan's expression became smug.

Shekhar scoffed at it and continued his work. "Uff! You and your mathematics, never having any other desire, huh?" Kisan was annoyed by his dread friend who cared about nothing but mathematics all the time.

"It's not like I don't want to have a girlfriend, buddy. It's just my work doesn't allow me to pursue anyone, and after all, it's more difficult to find the girl you like than finding the eigenvalues of complicated matrices," Shekhar chuckled.

Kisan took a deep breath, "Well, I agree with that. My last ex wasn't so right in her mind yet due to no other option I chose her, but at last she punched me into my balls and filed a lawsuit against me."

"Haha! To be honest, I found your ex quite balanced nothing like you are describing yet she had such a hidden side as you are telling, then people are truly scary nowadays,"

Shekhar finished the presentation and slowly sat up from his seat, sorting out files in ascending order. 

"Let's go and have some energy drink together, what do you say, will get to see a lot of cute girls there," Kisan curled his lips as he gestured towards the cafeteria. Shekhar smirked and closed the door of the room as they both strolled out of the room.

"Dude, I am telling you, the girl who was asking about you was so cute, like literally out of a painting," a twenty-one-year-old boy with his colour dyed brown sipped his coffee and stated.

"Well, Shekhar is a well-known student for his achievements and everybody knows he is gonna be a big man, who wouldn't be attracted?" An alluring voice fell into Shekhar's ears as he drank water.

Shekhar looked at the girl who spoke, she had a slightly dark complexion with the perfect blend of symmetrical structure, in one word she could be described as dusty beauty. If one looked at her for so long, they could see her mature aura surrounding them.

"That's quite an exaggeration, Amita, I may be a bit good at my things but not that perfect," Shekhar denied her praise with humbleness.

"On top of that, you are quite humble too, if it wasn't for my boyfriend, I could have caged you immediately, Mr Shekhar," She bit her lips as her sharp eyes contacted with him.

"Stop with your jokes, Amita. You may create pent-up desires in the young man," A man with a simple sporty hat entered their vision creating a tense atmosphere.

"Professor Jonas!" Everybody greeted him at once while Amita's smug expression remained the same.