Amberlyn Sonnet

A car accident robbed Nadira of her memory, leaving her to mistakenly believe that Aditya was her true love.

She married into wealth, only to find herself trapped in a living nightmare. Her sister Aisha's schemes, her husband's icy cruelty, the dehumanizing abuse in prison, the wrongful conviction, and the terminal diagnosis all drove her to despair.

"Countdown," Adi started counting down, "Five, four..."
Bang. Nadi bent her knees. Her knees hit the cold, hard cement surface with a loud sound. The rainwater in the puddles splashed high.
"Aisha, I was wrong."
"Louder!" Adi ordered Nadi, even pressing her neck to make her kowtow.
Nadi's heart ached desperately as the man who had loved her for many years forced her to kowtow to Aisha, the real culprit behind all this self-directed drama.
She was wrong. She shouldn't have fallen in love with Adi!
If she hadn't loved Adi, would all this not have happened?

In the end, she took her own life, bringing a tragic close to her suffering existence.

Reborn with the memories of her past life, Nadira vowed to change her destiny. She performed on the streets, hoping to reunite with Reza, the man she had truly loved in her previous existence.

Their love transcended time and space, blossoming anew, from the sweetness of their school days to the solemn exchange of wedding vows. Reza enveloped her in unwavering devotion, building a fortress of happiness around her. Meanwhile, Aditya, also reborn, could only watch from the shadows, consumed by regret and longing.

Reincarnation: No Longer Your Love's Replacement

The remaining tattooed man and the scar-faced man's grotesque faces twisted further with rage. Nadi swallowed hard, her throat dry, as she slowly rose to her feet. With her blood-soaked hand, she raised the brooch high above her head. "Are you brave enough to take me on?!" she hissed through gritted teeth. 


Droplets of blood gathered at the sharp tip of the brooch, dripping steadily onto the ground below with a soft plop, plop. 


Even more terrifying than the sight of the blood was the state of Nadi's hand, it was drenched in crimson, the skin raw and glistening under the dim light. 


"A man willing to risk everything has nothing left to lose," she shouted, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "I'm dying of stomach cancer, what do I have to fear from death? Do you really want to end up like him?" She gestured toward the muscular man writhing on the ground. 


Out of Nowhere… Trouble