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

Anger boiled through Nadi's veins, threatening to explode out of her at any moment. 


How could Mrs. Rahman, a mother herself, utter such words? 


"Ouch, ouch, so frightening!" Mrs. Rahman crossed her arms and sneered. "What a fearsome murderer indeed!" 


Nadi had always tried to live as a good and compassionate person, never wanting anything to do with the label of "murderer." But now, she felt an overwhelming urge to embrace that very accusation. 


With one hand braced against the ground, Nadi struggled to her feet. Her legs wobbled beneath her, each step faltering as she moved toward Mrs. Rahman. 


Then, consumed by madness, she raised both hands and clamped them around Mrs. Rahman's throat. 


Her lips quivered, her voice rasping like a broken bellows. "Since I'm already labeled a murderer, what difference does it make if I kill one person or two?" 


At that moment, Nadi truly meant to kill. 


The Blade Pierced Me Again