Fanfiction Alternate Universe Kan Çiçekleri
What if the characters were the actual actors, and had a story of their own to tell?
2 actors in a drama series, fall for each other, marry but decide to keep it private and not share with the public; to lessen the thoughts of them being a couple; he creates a “wife” that is not real, while his true wife and partner, continues to play the young, single, fun-loving partying woman.
But in reality, nothing could be further from the truth - they are married, and share a child, a daughter, born on the series as their daughter.
The “wife” did not truly exist, but did she?
To play a game, on his birthday, his true partner and the production staff of the drama series decide to play a prank on the husband. All for the fun of it, but how he reacts ... is priceless.
Dilan Karobey looked at her reflection in the mirror, and smiled. Her usual appearance was so far away from her current hairstyle, makeup and wardrobe, it was laughable. A year ago, she’d been single, twenty-two, and had been signed on to play Mercan Karahan in the series Black Orchid. This was her first role, but she was determined to succeed.
While on set, she’d met Baran, a seasoned actor, ten years her senior and far more experienced as a character actor. Nonetheless they met, with him signed on as the lead to play her husband, Tahir Karahan, and they quickly became friends. Work schedule put them in a lot of scenes together, and their feelings and attraction steadily grew until they fell in love in spite of the reluctant objections of their families, in the end they married behind the scenes and were now man and wife.
Dilan’s family initially objected to their union because everyone believed that Baran was already married, but he was quick to assure them that he was not. The woman, Derya Yilmaz, was merely a family friend that Baran had used from time to time to keep obsessive fans at bay, nothing more. Once Dilan’s mother was convinced of this, they gave their approval.
Excited, Dilan married Baran Karobey the month before the second season of Black Orchid started filming, which a good thing because Dilan suddenly found herself pregnant with their first baby. The show was not bothered by that fact at all; the writers simply wrote the pregnancy into the storyline for Mercan. That had been seven months ago, and Dilan had given birth to a little girl, while her character, Mercan on Black Orchid was also pregnant with a little girl. There were times when her infant appeared on the show, and at other times another infant was used as Mercan’s baby. It varied depending on shooting schedule and how available the second baby was with its mother on set.
The arrival of their little girl, and their strong determination to keep their marriage private and concealed from the public eye, meant they had stepped up their efforts to appear as though they were leading separate lives. It upset Dilan no end to create the lies, and the narrative falsehoods, but she would do anything to protect her child and their little family from the prying eyes of obsessive fans.
Thus, they had stepped up the idea once more, of Baran already having a wife, while she began attending more parties, as she seemingly began living up, to the young, single, partying woman.
The existence of the “wife” in truth was a series of bad photoshops and fake digital manipulation of video, most of them done very badly, on purpose. They wanted to perpetuate the lie to prying fans, while telling the “truth” to those who really looked at the situation.
She looked back the mirror at that moment, and giggled. Her long. dark, almost black hair, and deep brown eyes stared back at her from the mirror. She laughed. So different than her usual look. But, the wig, and the tinted contacts made all the difference in her appearance.
Her clothing, was more casual, in style, and certainly darker, and less stylish in nature. It was loose on her whereas her normal clothing fit her perfectly, showing every curve on her tall, womanly figure.
But, still, this look, so reminiscent of the digital image they’d created for Derya. As to what percentage of fans actually believed that Baran was married to this woman, was out for debate. But, still, to see the physical image of the perception of this woman, left quite the impact.
She smiled. Time to play her role on set, on the occasion of her husband’s birthday. They were ready to stir the PR pot, and other things on set of Black Orchid no less. She’d bet it will raise their ratings significantly, with people always out looking for juicy bits of gossip. She giggled, as she put the coat on to diguise her appearance as she headed to the main production set. Time to play, Derya!
Baran looked at his script, and then back at the camera crew as they were setting up the next scene. This was one where Dilan would announce to Baran, as their respective characters, Mercan and Tahir, that she was pregnant. Dilan herself had given birth to their baby girl just two weeks ago, but her postpartum shape would enable her to easily play a pregnant Mercan.
He was looking at the script a second time, when he heard, and then saw an immediate skirmish over at the entrance to the Production set. A tall, dark hair woman had emerged onto the set, and was yelling loudly at the set designer and production assistant. She was arguing with them and pushing forward into the room, regardless of their attempts to stop her.
“Let me in, I am telling you, I have to see Baran! I have to see him now.” the woman began, enraged as the production assistant tried in vain to hold her back. She moved over to Baran once she saw him standing there on the other side of the studio. Coming up to him, she grabbed onto his arm. “Where is she?” she screamed. “Where is she?”
Baran could not believe his eyes at the sudden appearance of the woman who’d appeared before his very eyes. It could not be. But, it was! She was the spitting image of the woman they’d created as Derya, his fake, beard wife. They’d done it to protect the private life of himself and Dilan, after their marriage, largely to protect Dilan from the very abusive and obsessive fans, that she seemed to attract. He shook his head, but this woman did not exist! The real Derya was not even in this country any more and she, in truth looked nothing like the person they’d created in Photoshop and digital deep fake videos. Nothing. This woman did not exist, and yet, here she was , in the flesh.
She came at him again, grabbing his arm, and shaking it profusely. “I ask again, where is that girl? That homewrecker of a girl that you’ve been messing around with, both on camera and off! She is a homewrecker, and I want a piece of her, now!” the fake Derya insisted, Dilan laughed to herself, he really had no idea that this was her. This was the performance of her life!
Baran grabbed her by the shoulders, and started to drag her off set and over to his trailer to get her away from the set, and from the commotion she was causing. “I have no idea who you are looking for, or who you are, but we need to get you, out of here, now.” Baran growled, as he continued to drag her along, and finally pushing her into the enclosed space of his trailer. Actually the trailer that he shared with Dilan, but this woman had no need of knowing that.
The woman fuming, glared at him, “you know exactly who I mean, that woman co-star of yours Dilan — somebody or other - the one playing Mercan. You have apparently been seen hanging around other locations off set with her,” the fake Derya continued, “she is a home wrecker, and I need to see her now,” she continued as she paced around the room.
Baran picked up his phone, intending to call security, “no, what you are doing is heading out of here,” he replied, glaring right back at her, “I have no idea who you truly are, but you are leaving this studio,” It was his birthday today, and this woman’s outbursts were ruining everything.
Stopping the pretence, Dilan laughed at him. “So, Baran,” she said in a voice more like her own, rather that the voice she’d adopted for her Derya impression, “What do you think? How do I look, as your official wife?” she asked him, still laughing. Seeing the small table of beverages and other plates of vegetables, fruit and meats, she smiled. Good. They’d brought the items she asked for.
Baran stopped cold as the voice suddenly changed. All right, somebody was playing tricks on him.The question was, though, just who? “Just who are you, anyway, because the person you are claiming to be, does not exist.”
Dilan nodded as she started to slowly remove her disguise. She wondered if he will like what I am wearing underneath the clothing she was wearing as Derya. She giggled to herself - hmmm, she was the present. It had been two months since the birth of their daughter. And for Baran, two very long months. “As to who I am, you are about to find out. Actually, this has been fun.” she replied, using her own voice.
Baran glared back at the woman in the Derya disguise. The voice! He’d know that voice anywhere. This was Dilan, his wife, whaaa? He suddenly laughed as she continued to pull of her disguise. First the wig, then the large overcoat and the mask and makeup from her face. He laughed as she stood there, with her own red/brown hair and the excess makeup, tinted eye contacts and the rest of her disguise removed.
Dilan smiled as all of her disguise slowly came off. Using a towel, she wiped the remaining makeup from her face, revealing her own features. She removed the clothing she wore as Derya piece by piece until finally she stood there in a white, soft, satin nightgown that left little to the imagination.
Smiling, he pulled his wife against him and hugged her tightly, lifting her off the floor and spun her around. Setting her down on the floor once more, he bent down and kissed her hard, on the mouth. He left nothing to the imagination.
She pulled back a little, smiling, putting her arms around his neck, she placed several soft kisses along his jaw line, his cheeks, his nose and finally coming back to softly press her lips against his. “So, what did you think of our little birthday prank?” she asked softly.
His response was to lift her over to their bed, where he sat down with her beside him. He reached over and placed a dipped strawberry in her mouth. He smiled, “Not bad, but I think I like you as a present instead.” her murmured.
She nodded, putting another berry into his mouth, and allowed him to push her down onto the bed. She sighed softly as he began to make steady work of her gown with his fingers. It had been a while ...
Present Day, May 15, 2026
Baran heaved a sigh of relief as he closed his apartment door.
He glanced at his watch, it was late, 11:00 PM.
Moving from the open foray, he made his way into the back area of the apartment.
Two rooms, .directly across from each other.
One was the master bedroom with an an ensuite bathroom that he shared with his wife of almost five years.
He made his way into the room that serves as a nursery for their three children.
The oldest, a little girl, was almost four. And a toddler, just over a year old, a boy. Their youngest was also a boy, just nine weeks and was with his mother, when she was on set, as it was easier to have him with her with him still nursing.
Looking over, he saw both older children were asleep.
And their nanny of nearly four years, Gul, was sitting beside the oldest girl, reading a book She looked up at at Baron and smiled. “Oh, so you're finally here,” .Gul said with a warm smile.
Baran nodded. “Yes. We are finally done shooting. The last episode. I am done as of tonight,”
Gul smiled. She'd been their family friend and working for Dilan’s mother in what seemed like forever. And, now a part time Nanny as needed for their children whenever either Baran, or his wife were not available and needed her, she was always there.
“I see she's still not back yet,” he said softly.
Gul shook her head. ”No. She called a few hours ago.They were just getting finished for the week, but they ran behind..No more filming for another ten days, but they were held up. She said she should be here by no later than midnight.” Gul replied.
Baran nodded. “Well, you can go then Gul, if you have somewhere else to be. You are appreciated as always. No worries, friend. You and your family have been so good to me over the years.I don't mind returning the favor.” He said softly.
Baran watched her nod in response, and slowly walk down the hallway, open the apartment door, and leave, softly closing it behind her.
He looked at his watch. Almost 11:30 pm. Gul was right.
Probably tired out too. He knew how those schedules ran. Her filming was a little different this time. It was actually digital, which made it more like technology than actually physically being there. You spent your time mostly with not being around anybody.
And believe me, he didn't know if he could handle that.
He was so used to old school. He'd been in several different roles. Several different movies over the years.One of which had been with his wife. And that was over five years ago now.
Unreal. How much time had actually passed, since the initial production meetings? Like, they met four and a half years ago, More like five years ago really.
On the set. Of Black Orchid. And for whatever reason, at the time, they had been cast as the main lead characters in the show.
The script overall had a dark theme to it. But, at the same time, it was intriguing. The characters were interesting, and yet loving at the same time. There was a dark tone, to the part that he played, but yet, underneath somewhere there was a warmth and a decency to the man that he played.
Equally so for the woman who would become his wife on screen. During the filming of that program, they had been working on it about a year; and they suddenly discovered that they had strong feelings foreachother. They weren't sure on how to continue.
He was in his 30s at the time. And she was just 22, very young.
Still, they talked to their family, families, really. And once he had managed to reassure them that he was actually free to marry his co star, if they wanted to, that is; if they wanted to take that path.
And they thought about it. Talked to both families.Talked to each other.
They weighed in on their feelings, for each other.
And in the end, on that cold day in December 2021, Baran, married the woman who would become the absolute love of his life.
Many people had trouble just saying her name.
Or even to spell it for that matter. Dilan.
And yeah, he looked at the clock on the wall.
Almost midnight. He sighed. Took another deep breath. Where was she?
He was starting to get concerned.
Trying to get his head on straight, he walked to the kitchen area, and poured himself water from the glass carafe on the counter. He took a drink. And then another. Not feeling it was strong enough, he took orange juice from the refrigerator, and poured a glass. And drank that. He downed a second one. He looked at his watch. Midnight. And where was she? He was starting to get worried.
Then, with a sigh of relief, he heard a noise coming from the back rooms. From the small area that served as the nursery. She must have come in the back entrance. Walking back to that area, he felt relief, at the sight of his wife, her back still to him. She had just finished nursing their boy, and was now settling him into the crib next to their older children.
He waited for her to put him into the crib, and then turned her around in a rush to face him. And lifted her up high into his arms, and held her there for a moment and then spun her around with relief. “Where have you been? Thank heavens, I was so afraid something had happened to you.” he gasped, catching his breath. She laughed and put her own arms tightly around his neck, first kissing one cheek and then the other, and then softly on his lips. “No, I'm fine. Just the traffic tonight was so awful. Took us a while to get here. Even with the limo.” she breathed, giving him a warm smile.
He nodded his head, and twirled her around once more. And then set her back down on her feet. Height wise she was pretty close to him, only about four inches shorter than he was.
They were quite compatible in many ways. His bride, with the red brown hair and the green eyes that were so expressive, and so, and so, so reflective of what she was thinking at any given time or moment. She couldn't lie to save her soul, put it that way. It was just always written all over her face.
And then there was himself. Tall with dark brown/black hair and eyes that were a deep brown. Setting her back down on her feet, he bent down and kissed her hard on the mouth.
He was so sick of the of the dramas that wouldn't allow that. But, the dramas were not real life. Oh well, he thought. Does it matter? It is what it is.
Trying to catch her breath, she smiled. “No, I'm fine. But right now, I need two things,” she murmured, “And what do I need?” Smiling, she grabbed his hand. “Come with me.First,,” she dragged him to the kitchen. Where she poured juice into a glass and drank it down. Sighing, she drank a second, then pointed to the second one he’d already poured. “Drink,” she told him.
He nodded and smiled and downed his own second glass. “And you're wanting something from me.” He said.
She nodded. “I am. In fact, I need you. Now.” She replied.
Without another word, she dragged them down the hall, and into their bedroom, the master bedroom. She pushed the door shut.
They were never worried about the children because of an intercom, a one way intercom that only worked one way unless they reset it to hear anything from the nursery. It kept their privacy when needed.
Good for certain reasons like right now.
She pushed him hard onto the bed. She followed him down and pulled him close to her. Without another word, she began to undo the fastenings on his pants and zipper while pulling at her own undergarments at the same time.
And then, with a sigh of need, she pulled him toward her and hooked her own thighs behind his. And guided him, guided him to the one place that needed him most right now. It had been over a month and she was, she was wanting him, wanting him bad.
He laughed, and nodded his head in understanding.
He grabbed hold of her, and pulled her closer against him. He pushed himself up and into her in one swift motion. He groaned with the force of his own need.
“All right, I get what you want. I understand what you need,” he muttered, as they began a round of uniform motion swinging in a motion as old as time.
To and from in that rhythm as they knew it. Push, pull, push, pull as they rocked. As they rocked. And still they kept on that same rhythm, that same motion. Grabbing a hold of his hips. Hooking her legs behind his once again, using her legs to pull them closer. As he did the same with his hands.
They heaved and bucked together sideways on the bed. Their breath haggard until finally, she felt the release feeling the spasms, felt him convulse with her as well. As they went over the edge together.
Together and together we're one. Fused as one. It will always be this way, she thought.
Trying to catch his breath, he lowered his head back down, his face buried into the dampness of her shoulder, now moist from their recent efforts, and their recent trist.
Pulling her closer, he took in the feel of her. The fragrance of their love and their passion. It had always been like this with her from the first time they met.
There was something between them that they couldn't shake. They tried, they truly tried, but it just was there.
He sighed. He kissed her damp shoulder. “Are you all right?”
She nodded, yes. She reached up and pulled him closer to her.
She sighed. Her body had changed over the years. When they met, she'd been just twenty two. And her body? Tall and lithe. And slim. But now? After the third baby, .well, let's just say she had hips and buttocks where they used to be slim. And svelte. She had a body that most women would die for, but all from the babies meant her body shape had changed. Like her husband, she worked out steadily, but time and birthing three children had changed her shape.
She laughed, not that he seemed to mind. He seemed to rather enjoy those areas to grab on to as it were.
She buried her head against him for a moment.
With a steady motion, he eased them both up into a sitting position.
She nodded and pulled them both up, steering them toward their ensuite bathroom.
She adjusted the spray under the shower, and quickly, heaving off his clothes and her own, she pushed them both under the warm spray.
She smiled. “Come here. I'm not done with you yet, Baran Karobey. “
Stepping out out of the shower sometime later, Dilan pulled him over behind her while reaching back and shutting off the water from the taps.
She grabbed two huge towels and handed him one to dry her hair while she, with the other began to vigorously dry them both off.
While he began to systematically and expertly.dry her hair.
This had become a habit of late.
Showering together, and then him drying her hair while she would use another towel to dry off him and herself, became the habit that they had got into after over four years of marriage.
It was crazy how your tendencies for shyness would disappear once you were married and with your partner. Especially for this long period of time; it had been over four years since they've been wed.
And over five, since they've been on the same program together Black Orchid. Hired for the leads in that series, a series with dark undertones. And violence. But at the same time.And underlying theme of love and trust, and fairness.
Especially between the two lead characters, to which they both played the parts. .They became co stars in the same series.
They became leads, and somewhere along the way, they'd fallen in love. And after serious consideration, and talking with their families and the actual truth of everything, they chose to keep everything private rather than admit to the public they were a couple.
They feared offensive and abusive fans.
It was one of the things that made them hesitant about giving in to their feelings.
In the end, Baran kept pressing her to marry him, but one concern was her family and their steadfast belief that Baran was already married. And, she was not about to be with a married man. Not ever.
But, in the end he’d convinced her and her parents that he actually was using someone to merely keep fans away and that he wasn’t legally married to anyone. She was just a friend of his family, living in another country, who allowed him to use her name. They weren’t married at all.
And, with their families acceptance, they followed traditions and got married.
But they kept it private from the public, vowing to do anything necessary to make it plain that it was private and that they weren't a couple.
It was a hard thing to do, but with so many abusive and offensive fans, it sadly, had to be that way. It was true then. And to a lesser extent now, but, they still maintained the privacy.
It was hard. She would pretend on the daily at times, to be a single, fun loving person who loves to party with her friends, while in the background of the social media were the people they didn't see, in most cases the dates who came with them. And those, of course, were their partners, their regular partners. It sometimes was a boyfriend, and at other times a husband.
Like in the case of Baran, He was almost always there at the parties at the events that she attended. They just kept it on the on the down low and didn't tell everybody and didn't show everybody.
And while at the same time people generally believed that he was married, that he had a wife.When in fact it wasn't true. It was never true.
The person he'd had originally was just a friend who he'd used as a means of keeping fans away and then later, from keeping them from her.
Too inquisitive and too nosy and therefore they had to keep the offensive and abusive fans away.
And they could be mean. They could be ugly just from the comments alone. Terrible, miserable comments and the insults even.
Against them both. Fans could be rotten to the core and it was necessary to protect each other.They made a decision to keep it private. Just had to be this way.
Finally, dried off, she set the towels aside, and slipped into her usual PJ's
These were very loose though, and very easily manipulated and could come off very easily.
Same with his own sweatpants and T-shirt.
She yawned and looked at him. ”Right now, I am very tired; I want a good night sleep with your arms wrapped around me.
He smiled, and bent down and gently kissed her. “That's not a bad idea,” He said.
And pulled her back toward their bed, pulled her down with him into the sheets. He pulled her against him, with her head on his shoulder.
As it always was. That was something that hadn't changed, whether it had been the show Black Orchid or had it been their private life. This was all he seemed to be, her favorite spot, with her crawled on top of him. Or, him her.
With a sigh, he pulled her against him, letting her feel the solid warmth of him while she drifted off to sleep.
Baran looked over at the clock on the nightstand. Just after 3 am; his wife was now sound asleep beside him, with her head nestled on his shoulder, her arm loosely around his waist. He had one arm under the crook of her neck while his other hand gently held hers.
Oddly enough, this was how they slept most nights.
They’d been like this from the start; they’d had a tough time getting their families to agree their marriage in the beginning. Dilan’s mother, mostly, was convinced that he was married and therefore not suitable for her daughter.
It took him some time and effort, but he finally made her believe that he wasn’t married to anyone and was free to marry her daughter.
And so, they married, but kept it private, as it still was now..
It was hard, but they were managing.
He yawned. He took another look out into the courtyard of the condo complex they lived in, and another look at his wife, sound asleep in his arms.
They’d been through so much. And, it always circled back to this.
They slept like this most of the time. Oddly enough, they seemed to like to be cuddled up in this way.
That had been their nature from the minute he'd met this girl. On the show and in private life. They just seemed to like to cuddle up to each other. But there wasn't a time that he could remember, really, whether it was on the show or whether it was their private life that it wasn’t like this. He was always reaching for this young woman. Always wanted her with him, and her with him, oddly enough.
Not every person, and not every couple, he knew was like that, but they instinctively were.
They just were. For him, it was a measure of how very much he loved her.
She'd been young at 22, and himself in his 30s, but, the very moment he gazed at her, he knew that he was gone. Lost, totally whipped for a young woman he’d never seen before.
And as it turned out, her him
Initially, they'd faltered a little bit. They resisted their feelings, for each other. On the Black Orchid set.
But, it was like fighting the inevitable.And he soon realized that. And he knew that she felt the same. But she was more inclined to be the rabbit and run away, and more inclined to try to deny what she was feeling.
But, in time he had her agreeing to marrying him. After he’d convinced her family that they were legally able to marry with no problems.
That was over four years ago, and they were still married and still kept it private.
They had three children, a daughter, the eldest, born while they were still in Production on Black Orchid.
They also had a son, just over one year old, and another boy, just nine weeks old.
They kept it all private, but they were happy and were living their life as best they could under the circumstances.
Oh, what a time they had. At times, he would pretend he was married to someone else while she would act the single young woman who loved to party with her friends. And all on social media for everyone to see.
It was all an act, a sham, none of it was true. None. For them, it was the furthest from the truth.
They lived their lives, with their respective careers and their children.
But their life for show was on social media.
And now they they had the third boy, at just nine weeks old.
But, it was as it was. That they would live their lives this way.
And in most ways, he thought, they were happy.
He looked down as she slept peacefully beside him, and he instinctively pulled her closer.
He knew he wasn't about to ever let her go. Not ever.
He looked at the clock, 3:00 AM.
Better get some sleep, though.
And without another thought, he let himself drift off to sleep.
Dilan pushed her way ahead of Baran into the larger sitting room, and still fuming and upset over today’s incident at the waterfront, she sat down in the big wing chair and tried to catch her breath.
She looked out in desperation through the outside window at the street below and shook her head. “I cannot believe how it just manages to happen all the time. It’s getting worse; it used to be now and then, but now they’re always there, and always catching us and wanting either a picture or a selfie, or something. It’s frustrating, how in broad daylight it can happen, Baran. I didn’t know it was going to happen.” Dilan said, clearly exaggerated by it all.
“Dilan, people know you: it isn’t like your face is not recognizable. They know who you are. And, it’s just such a day like today that you happened to be with me and our children, and that shows them something they don’t usually see. So, they don’t usually expect that; they think you’re single and miles away from any family or a husband much less being married to me.” He explained.
Dilan got up out of the chair and went over to the kitchen area, pulled orange juice from the refrigerator and poured juice into a glass and downed it. She took another deep breath. “Yes, I know, but a lot of the time in the past we have not been caught so each time it happens now it’s upsetting me” she murmured.
Baran reached over and pulled her up against him and into his arms and held her for a moment. Pulling back slightly, he reached out with a hand and gently started to lightly caress her hair in the loving manner he’d always done.
“Yes, but they mean no harm; most fans are kind and gentle and don’t mean to be invasive or abusive in any way. It’s just the odd ones that are the reason that we’ve always kept our relationship private.”
She laid her head against his shoulder. “ I know, but still when it does happen, it’s frustrating to me. But, it’s been this way for years; it isn’t like it’s changed, because it has happened before.”
He nodded. “And when it has happened, we did like we did today, we put our kids in the van and came over here to your mother’s. Here in the Mansion, it is very large and we can easily absorb everyone into it without feeling cramped. Right now, our kids are enjoying your mother and the large nursery that goes with this house. And we, meanwhile have our own space away from the outside world. And as for the fan, she left with a selfie with you and a pic of the two of you together. She got what she wanted and went away happy and agreed to never mention anything about where she saw you and who you were with. Everyone wins in this case.” Baran reassured her. He squeezed her closer. “Everyone wins.” He murmured gently.
Dilan nodded and smiled, pulling him even closer with her arms wrapped around him.
The availability of their van was always useful for it meant that at any given time, they could bundle their family into it and drive to her mother’s mansion, located just outside of Istanbul.
The Mansion itself was large and and vast with a large Nursery and a lot of rooms where one could easily hide many different families at once, let alone theirs.
Her mother, when she was not traveling, was always very eager to see her grandchildren and now the three of them were casually nestled into the very large Nursery and one of the maids who’d been with her mother for years was very happily playing nanny, looking after the children. She liked being with them, and it gave them the break they needed, but at the same time the children were happy spending time with their grandmother.
The size of the house meant the children could enjoy part of it while it gave their parents a separate area to be content in as well, without worrying about the threat of the outside world, particularly fans.
Baran guided her over to one of the kitchen stools along the island in the kitchen.
“How about a couple of sandwiches, green salad and tea for lunch?” he asked as he started to collect lettuce, tomatoes, cold cuts and bread to start prepping sub sandwiches and salad. He began chopping onions and tomatoes and green lettuce as he spoke.
She nodded. “Good idea, I am hungry. You need help?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No, I have got this. Just stay still. Relax. “ he replied as he continued cutting up veggies and cold cuts.
Dilan contentedly just sat at the end of the kitchen bar with her orange juice and watched Baran work on prepping their lunch, consisting of the green salad and two large subs with a of lot tomato and other vegetables along with some light cold cuts while he brewed tea on the gas stove.
The children meanwhile were safe and comfortably nestled into the nursery with their grandmother while they were able to be in another part of the house and just be away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
They had many different places to settle in and be content when needed and certainly the Mansion was one of them as was their condo home.
But for right now at least, sitting here together while they happily ate their lunch, they were, for the moment, content in their own private world away from the prying eyes of the public and fans.
As she sat there happily with Baran as they ate their food, Dilan was content.
Baran woke with a start at the sound of the alarm from his cell phone.
He looked over at the larger clock on the nightstand. 11 am. Hmmm, he’d slept longer than he thought he would.
He turned and reached over and discovered the empty space beside him. Dilan was already up. He wondered where he’d find her. They still had extended time off, and hence they were still holding out staying in her mother’s house.
It was large, with lots of space, abd the children loved the nursery here. They loved being with their grandmother and one of her maids, who was like a nanny to them.
Oh well, he thought. Time to shower and then go find Dilan.
Baran looked at Gul as she watched over the children in the very large space they called the nursery. For the moment, his oldest two were actively engaged in reading and numbers exercises with his mother in law while his youngest was sleeping happily in his crib.
His mother in law waved but kept on working with his older children, trying to keep them focused on their studies. He nodded in return and turned his attention back to Gul. “Has Dilan been here?”
“Yes, she was here and nursed Firat, but then with her mother focusing on your older children, she said she was heading to the kitchen and then the conservatory, that she needed to think.” Gul replied.
Baran chuckled. “Yes, no doubt about the fan the other day, and the near miss with that.” He replied. “And, there was that reporter the other day, asking her if she’d ever been in a relationship with me.” He added. “I loved her answer, but I bet it is not sitting well with her now.” He laughed and shook his head. “No worries, I will find her.”
From there, he headed to the kitchen, only to discover she had swiftly drank orange juice and had nibbled on a pastry and then took off, sure enough, for the conservatory. With cooks help, he quickly assembled a tray filled with a pot of brewed tea, a carafe of water and juice and a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches and fruit. He chuckled, they may need the food …
Baran set the tray of food and drinks on the counter just inside the entrance door of the conservatory.
The area was large, with a telescope on one side and a planetarium with plants on the other. In the side area just by the entrance door was a large counter with stools on one side, that more or less served as an eating area. A small refrigerator was located just in the corner of the counter itself.
He found her, sitting on a stool by the bench, just gazing out into the sky. He came over, and placed a hand on her shoulder, gently kissing her cheek. “Hey, I figured that I would find you here. You needed to think, didn’t you?” her asked her, his voice just a soft murmur.
She instinctively leaned into him and nodded. “Yes; too much in my mind. Between the other day, and the break from filming and those bloody reporters the other week.” She replied. She leaned closer as he pulled her back into his arms. “It all gets to me, sometimes. I don’t like lying. And then there is this other issue,” she said, turning around and placing her arms around him. She nestled her head against him. “They all tell me that you’re married. This is very bad. Are you a bigamist?” she asked finally.
“Well, let’s see. There are videos and pics of me, with a wife. That’s true. The fans believe that it is not you. That is also true. And you just told a reporter that you and I used to be a couple but no longer are. Also true.” He responded.
She shivered for a moment, and then pulled him closer, seeking reassurance. “And, are you?” she asked softly.
He pulled her closer. “Oh, I am married all right. But, I am married to one person only. I am not a bigamist. But, I see that the person who I am married to needs another lesson, regarding all this.” He told her firmly.
“She, she does?” she asked.
Baran nodded,”yup,” he said, and coming right now, he thought.
He lifted her up by the waist and set her firmly on one end of the bench, away from their food. “Coming, right now!” He reached up and swiftly undid the front clasp on her top and bra. He reached down, and quickly worked her panties off her hips and doen her legs. With a groan, he released himself from the front of his sweatpants. He grabbed hold of her and started kissing her face, her cheeks, the upper part of her chest and breasts. With his other hand; he began massaging her betewen her legs, smiling at the feel of the wetness there. Good. His words were getting to her. With a quick motion, he pushed himself deep inside her and groaned at the warm feel of her around him.
Dilan pushed and pulled at him, in her attempt to get him closer. She wrapped her legs firmly around his and arched her back to give him better access to the places that his mouth and hands were caressing. She groaned and panted as he continued his administrations with her. “Ugh, uhh, Baran! If you keep doing that, I am telling you, I am going to leak there! I am still breastfeeding Firat. I cannot control it, I will leak,” she warned him.
He groaned and nodded. “No worries, we can deal with that later. I just;” he pushed hard into her, “wanted to remind you, as to,” he pulled back then pushed hard again, “who exactly I am married to. Let this be your lesson!” he said firmly. He felt her start to shake and feel as she felt her climax overtake her. Unable to hold back anymore, he finally let himself go in a release like he hadn’t felt in months. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down from the pinnacle where his wife and himself had just been. He put his lips gently on her damp upper chest. “And, who am I married to, again?” he asked softly.
Dilan smiled and and pulled his head closer against her chest. “You are married to me, Dilan Karobey, and no one else. And, no, you are not a bigamist.” She replied. “But, I must say, we need lessons like that more often.” She murmured.
He lifted himself away from her and began to wipe her now wet breasts with his handkerchief, then closed the front clasps on her bra and her top. “Anytime, my love. Anytime “
Dilan smiled and tried to lift herself off the end of the counter. Her legs, still feeling weak, she started to falter against him.
He quickly held her up and kept her there. “You all right?”
She nodded. “I am ok, just my legs a little weak still. I see you brought food and drinks. Good, I am hungry. “
Baran nodded and guided her to the stools at the other end of the counter. He sat her down and did them both a plate and poured tea from the thermal jug. He smiled. “Let’s eat.” .
And so it ended, their lesson for the day.
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