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

Ryan was about to speak when Adi suddenly changed his mind. He raised a hand in a halting gesture. "I already told you, just stay alive. I don't need to know anything else. Now leave." 


This time, Ryan understood. Mr. Rahman likely wanted an update on Mrs. Rahman's whereabouts but couldn't bring himself to cross the line because of Miss Aisha. 


Ryan froze for a moment, lost in thought... 


So, Mr. Rahman's feelings toward Mrs. Rahman weren't purely hatred. There were traces of emotion, but compared to the deep affection he held for Miss Aisha, they were negligible. 


"Get out of here," Adi snapped, glaring at him. 


Ryan snapped back to attention. "Yes!" 


"Wait," Adi called after him abruptly. 


Ryan turned around. "Mr. Rahman, do you have further instructions?" 


Adi's expression grew serious. "Any luck finding someone who resembles Aisha?" 


Ryan shook his head. "No leads so far. It's like the trail has completely gone cold." 


Descent into Rust Alley