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"Elvin, look at me," Tural insisted. When Elvin finally raised his tired eyes, he saw Tural pushing a small, worn envelope across the desk. Inside was a stack of manat notes, neatly folded. "What is this?" Elvin whispered.

"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😊❤

Tural stood up and walked around the desk, pulling his older brother into a tight embrace. "Sən mənim hər şeyimsən. But from now on, you don't carry this alone. , and now, I will be yours." "Elvin, look at me," Tural insisted

Tural reached out and gripped Elvin’s hand—a hand calloused from hard labor. "You spent five years working double shifts so I could go to school. You were the one who stood firm when the wind tried to blow our house down. You’ve been my mountain, Elvin. But even a mountain needs the earth beneath it to be strong." "What is this

Elvin felt a lump in his throat. "Tural, no... that was for your future."

"The bank called again, didn't they?" Tural asked softly, sitting across from him.