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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 wasn't deaf. She heard every single word of the conversation between Adi and the assistant clearly. 


She wasn't blind either. She saw everything when Adi stepped over her. 


Humiliated and embarrassed, she lay on the cold floor, feeling as if she were in the middle of a freezing winter, the cold seeping into her bones. 


"Hey, who's that? Poor thing. Why doesn't anyone help her up?" A nurse coming out of a ward not far away saw this scene and asked a few colleagues who had been watching like it was some kind of show. 


"Mind your own business. This is someone Mr. Rahman hit! I don't dare to help her up, do you?" Someone replied. 


The nurse raised her voice, "What? Hit by Mr. Rahman? Then this woman must have messed up somehow! Mr. Rahman is my idol. If my idol hits someone, it's definitely the other person's fault!" 


"Hahaha, right or not, besides, when Mr. Rahman hits someone, can it be called hitting? That's a blessing, a gift of love!" 


Who Came to My Rescue?