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

Nadi owed her life to Hasan yet again. 


When she came to and saw Hasan conversing with the doctor, it took her a moment to comprehend the situation. 


Hadn't she called Lili? Why was Hasan here instead... 


Perhaps sensing that she had regained consciousness, Hasan told the doctor, "Alright, I understand. Leave the rest to me. You can head home now." 


Once the doctor departed, Nadi and Hasan were the only ones left in the ward. 


"Did I... dial the wrong number?" Nadi asked. "I've troubled you again, Mr. Wijaya. Thank you." 


Hasan's brows remained furrowed, showing no signs of relaxation. "It's no trouble at all." 


"The surgery was recent, and you're still under the effects of anesthesia. However, the anesthetic won't last much longer. It might become quite painful soon. Try to endure it," Hasan said, his voice never losing the compassion typical of a medical professional. 


Thank You… For Saving Me.