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 knew how to prioritize things and didn't dwell on that strange male voice any longer. She took a deep breath, slowed her movements, and got out of bed. 


Barefoot, she made her way to the window, opening it as quietly as possible before turning back to grab the bedsheet. 


Quickly, Nadi began tying the sheet securely to the railing, creating a makeshift rope. After testing its strength with a few firm tugs, she climbed onto the railing and carefully lowered herself down, gripping the sheet tightly. 


Her right hand, still recovering from a severe fracture, was useless. Left with no choice, she relied on her injured left hand to bear her full weight as she descended. 


By the time her feet touched the ground, her hand had started bleeding again, soaking through the bandages. 


Ignoring the pain, Nadi looked around cautiously. Seeing no one, she dashed a few steps and hid beneath a bush about three meters away. 


Breaking Free From the Abyss