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

At Adi's order, people quickly led Nadi away. 


As she drew nearer and nearer to the operating room for the abortion, Nadi sank into despair. She called out Adi's name again and again, but until she was fastened onto the operating table in the abortion room, she hadn't seen Adi change his mind. 


Then she implored the doctor, who kept a straight face and didn't utter a single word in response. 


She entreated the nurse, who bit her lip and shook her head with difficulty. 


Nadi begged until her throat was parched and rough, yet it was futile. She couldn't save her child, just as two days ago she couldn't save her mother! 


The doctor, perhaps unable to stand Nadi's begging any longer, said, "Mrs. Rahman, you're still young. There will be plenty more chances for children in the future. One shouldn't be so obstinate in life. Don't blame us. We have no choice but to follow orders." 


Stop Fooling Yourself