Rafiq had always followed the rules—school, university, a steady 9-to-5 job in a crowded Dhaka office. Every day felt like a repeat of the last. The morning commute was long, the cubicle was tight, and the work felt soulless. Still, it paid the bills, and that was enough—for a while. But Rafiq had a secret. Late at night, after dinner and prayers, he would sit with his aging lap... https://e-laeltd.com/