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

Adi's expression darkened, exuding an intimidating aura. 


"Dad, it hurts so much. She pinched me," Amin whimpered, his previous arrogance in front of Nadi completely gone. He wriggled out of Nadi's grasp and ran to Adi, hugging his leg while emitting frightened sobs. 


At this moment, through Amin, Nadi glimpsed Aisha's shadow. 


Aisha had displayed such emotional shifts before. 


"Dad, look at her hand. It's covered in blood. She tried to stab me with a knife, but I cleverly dodged and counterattacked her," Amin explained, one hand clutching Adi's leg while the other pointed at Nadi's blood-stained hand. 


Nadi was now certain this boy was Aisha's son. 


Otherwise, how could he possess such an inherited talent for deception? 


How strikingly similar this scene was to that rainy night two years ago. 


The difference was that Nadi no longer bothered to explain. 


Even if she did, Adi would neither listen nor believe her anyway. 


Falsely Accused... Again