Sen Oldun Arxa Dayaqim Qardasim❤qardasim😚❤ -

The rain was relentless, mirroring the weight on Elvin’s shoulders. At twenty-four, he felt like he was carrying the world. After their father passed away, the family’s small repair shop in the heart of the village had fallen into silence, and the bills had started to pile up.

"I took a night job at the warehouse in the city three months ago," Tural said. "And I sold my laptop. I can use the library's computers. This is enough to cover the next three months of the loan." Sen Oldun Arxa Dayaqim Qardasim❤Qardasim😊❤

Elvin felt a lump in his throat. "Tural, no... that was for your future." The rain was relentless, mirroring the weight on