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KEŞKE; A CANDEM FANFIC

We all want to see Can Yaman and Demet Ozdemir pairing up in a new drama. But until then there are so many Fan Fics tohold you over until we see them on our screens together.

Keske is a little heavy that I was a little reserved to write it let alone post it. So I said, I’ll write the first 1000 words and post it, and if I get more than 100 reads in a week I’ll keep doing it.

Well I posted the first part on Nov 8 Canooo’s birthday and by the 9th I had 75 reads. And as I write this, (11th) 130 reads. So we’re doing this.

I wondered whether to post the first completed part or taking the readers along with me on this journey. December  I will be posting the first ‘Season’ of Keske. I’ll focus on the main leads relationship with each other and summarize their interaction with everyone else.

There is so much going on in my life that I thought that this would be a great companion.

Don’t worry New Yorker Readers, book 6 will be out in March, 7 submitted by January.

Here is a snippet of Keske, click the link and open it on Wattpad. You can follow me on FB, Wattpad & Twitter for notification every time a new part is posted.

Enjoy!

If only I didn't leave..
If only you didn't leave...

If only I confided in you...
If only I stood by you...

If only you protected me...
If only I protected you...


GÜNAYDIN

Why did the word good come before morning?

There was absolutely nothing good that came in the mornings or the nights. There were just the daily routines of trying and failing to live without each other.

Günaydın Demet

Demet was standing on the ledge of the Bosphorus Bridge. From where she stood she could see all the beautiful lights of Istanbul. It was breathtaking…breathtaking.

She filled her lungs with the crisp night air and almost giggled as every inch of her tingled as the cold nipped at her.

She stared at the dark waters beneath her. The gentle waves seemed to be calling to her, welcoming her into what she assumed would be a warm embrace. It was seductive, how everything around her cheered her on to take one step off.

It was seductive, the call of death, the desire for freedom and all she had to do was to take one step.

And she did.

Demet fell into the embrace of darkness. She was as light as a feather as she had left all her problems on that bridge. She watched her limbs in awe as they seemed to be moving at the command of the wind that carried her. They were making smooth dance-like movements to a beat or a tune only they knew.

She smiled as a calmness consumed her. This was what it was like to be free.

She closed her eyes to enjoy the exhilarating rush that coursed through her and woke up in cold sweats in her bed. Demet’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She focused her mind on counting down from sixty just as her therapist had told her. She threw the covers off her sweat-drenched body and stepped off the bed. For a second she stared at her feet and wondered when they would successfully lead her to what she desired the most. At least they could take her to a place where she could find peace.

Was that too much to ask for?

Demet walked over to the floor to ceiling window and pulled back the curtains. From her penthouse apartment she had a clear view of Istanbul and the bridge. The latest addition to her suicidal dreams.

On the bedside table sat a picture of her dead mother. She was smiling at her, a smile that her mother had kept just for her. From the picture, you could never tell that she had been betrayed by both her body and her husband. Even with everything life had hit her with, her mother never stopped smiling. A trait that Demet had not inherited. Next to that picture was her new prescription of anti-depressants. By taking those pills she wondered if she was losing this fight or if they were giving her an advantage over the darkness that was consuming her.

She wasn’t sure.

What she knew was that coming back to Istanbul might not have been a very good idea.

Günaydın Can

Can’s breath came out in short loud pants. His fists were raised in front of his face. His gaze going over his knuckles to the eyes of the man that was his punching bag for the night. Can stood watching his prey as he waited for the right moment to deliver his next blow.

Indecision.

There it was, his right moment. The flicker of indecision that he saw in his punching bags eyes told him that this was it. A right hook to the kidneys a left to his jaw, the bag fell to the ground with a loud thud!

Can straddled him, his eyes glued to his prey’s. The brown in them, the crow’s feet at the side of them, the almond shape of them, the pain and fear in them. But what held onto him, what angered him the most as the doubt in them.

Can delivered one hit after another trying to erase that look in his eyes, the same one that had led him to this very moment. It had been eleven years and he still couldn’t forgive himself. He had a chance to pick her over his family and he picked his family. In his mind, he was picking her as well because she was his family, his wife.

Can had found himself in an impossible position, and his doubt had led him to what was familiar, his mother. As a result, she had left him and for eleven years he punished himself for that indecisiveness.

It was like kneading, the way his fist felt against the bone and flesh of the bag that lay trapped under him. Can’s thighs locked tighter as the bag tried to squirm out of his grasp. He couldn’t let him. His fists hit harder as he chased after the release of his rage.

In rhythm with his heartbeat, he delivered each blow and when the lid on his anger finally blew, he stopped. The bag wasn’t moving anymore, he wasn’t making a sound either. He just lay there, his eyes closed and his face covered with blood.

Usually, it was the smell of his own blood that quenched the anger raging within him. It wasn’t pain, Can had gone numb when he had his heartbroken. The reason why he joined the under ground fight club was so that he could feel again. It worked differently, although he still couldn’t feel the pain, a daily dose released his rage and helped to manage his anger.

Can felt himself being pulled back and he didn’t resist. He was dragged to his feet, his eyes still on the bloodied bag on the floor. Regret or maybe compassion? None of those emotions came up as he watched the medics in the group work on the bag. The man looked how Can felt on the inside.

When was it ever going to get better?

 

Keske On Wattpad

PART FIFTEEN- THE NIGHT WE MET

Can watched as his three-year-old daughters Ates and Yildiz, played in the garden with their grandfather’s. They had finally found their ball and were giving their grandparents a work out of their lives.

The children had seemed to make Aziz Baba and Nihat Baba younger. Every day their house was filled with grandparents fighting over who gets to hold the one-year-old baby boy Deniz, or who got to plate the girls’ hair and feed them, sweets. This was the life he had dreamed of but never thought he could ever have.

He was raising his three children in the house where he was born, where he had told Sanem for the first time that he was in love with her. What could be better than that? The twins were a surprise and Deniz a pleasant addition. A month’s trip around South America had them coming back with a son. He wondered what their next trip to Asia would give them. Can somehow was keeping his promise of taking Sanem on a world tour.

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PART FOURTEEN- HAPPILY EVER AFTER

Can looked at her with a gaze that she always fell into. An abyss that had claimed her the first time that she had seen his eyes at the office. That was a fond memory that she would never forget.

What’s your name?

Sanem, my name is Sanem

“Sanem” a smile finally lit up his intense features.

She watched a little in shock, as a tear rolled down his cheek. She didn’t bother to wipe it off but instead, she followed the journey from his right eye, all the way to the front of his t-shirt. “I’ve never seen you cry before. I was beginning to doubt that you had tears at all.”

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PART THIRTEEN- MADE OUT OF LOVE

The craziest two and a half months were followed by an even crazier two weeks. Can and Sanem were engaged and married only days after Can’s memory had completely come back. She didn’t appreciate that he had kept it from her and played a trick on her, but she was amazed that the thing that triggers all his memories to come back was the names of their children. She guessed that the promise of a future, of forever had pushed whatever fear he had and let the walls that her guarding that side of him down.

Sanem breathed in the sea air as she sat on the deck. It had taken three days for her system to get used to all the different scents that the sea offered. Can had thought it was seasickness, but Sanem knew better. The week-long mini-honeymoon was almost over and they were headed to shore in a few hours, and Sanem had still not found a way to tell Can about the baby.

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PART TWELVE- THE MISSING PIECE

Senin derinlerinde bir yerde buldum, Sımsıkı sarılacak karışacak köklerimi

Sanem’s breath caught in her chest as Ufuk Beydemir voice singing Ay Tenli Kani joined the sounds of the night. Whenever she heard this song she could feel Can’s arms around her. They would be dancing, their feet floating off the ground as their love carried them.

“Now that you’ve eaten, how about a dance?” Can held his hand out to her, she stared at it, wondering how many times she had taken the gesture for granted and swearing never to do so ever again.

Sanem took his hand and stepped into his arms. She lay her head on his chest and let melody carry her away.

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PART ELEVEN- FORGET ABOUT THE MORNING

“I was his, and he was mine. He was the whole world. In the sound of waves, in the shadow of the streets. I saw him, in the glow of the stars, in the beauty of flowers, only him.”

Sanem stared at Can’s face as he slept. The past two days had proved those words true. He was hers, every version of him and hopefully in every lifetime. She lay back in his arms when a bout of nausea rushed over her.

What was happening to her?

Sanem shot to her feet and ran towards the outhouse but only made it to the bushes next to Can’s prized vegetable garden. At least she contributed to the manure the soil needed to grow those beautiful crops.

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PART TEN- INTO THE NIGHT

Atez, Yildiz….

Can couldn’t figure out what came after that. He wondered why the names or words were bouncing off the walls of his brain at this particular moment. It might have been because he had Sanem in his arms beside the camp fir and under the stars.

Can wrapped the blanket around their bodies tighter, making him pull Sanem against his chest. Her skin against his was electrifying. It set his desire a flame once more.

Can nuzzled his nose against her neck and took in a deep breathe. Her scent drowned him, blinded him to the world and left him in a high. She smelt so good, so familiar, so much like home. He kissed what he now knew was his favorite part of her body.

“I missed that,” Sanem said. “You smelling me. It always reminds me of the night we first met.”

Cont…

Fan Art by Nunez Martinez

PART NINE- HEART TO HEART

A deafening silence had fallen over the room when Huma eventually left. Can didn’t feel bad about ignoring his mother. She was the reason why he had built a wall around himself since he was a young child. Huma couldn’t be trusted, not as a person or a mother. He was appalled when he found out what part she played in his and Sanem’s breakup. However, he wasn’t surprised. The part that stunned him was that he had allowed his mother back into his life.

Sanem must have convinced him.

He was as anxious as Sanem who kept tearing into her mother’s pancakes. Can anted to leave, he didn’t feel comfortable here. The Aydin family were more determined than he was to get his memories back. They had gone to insane and extraordinary lengths for it, he appreciated their help but at times it irritated him a bit. These days he found himself more at ease with people who didn’t know him at all.

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PART EIGHT- FALL AGAIN

It was like a bad joke, a really really terrible one.

Can was coming back home and news of his arrival already had the vultures circling.

That’s his mother.

“Shut up!”

“Excuse me!” Huma leveled her with a glare that would have had Sanem scurrying away two years ago. Now that she knew the viper’s true form, nothing about Huma impressed her.

“I said what’s up?” Sanem asked from the top of the stairs. Being at a higher level giving her more confidence. “Why are you here, in my home?”

Cont…

Fan Art by Nunez Martinez

PART SEVEN- REGRETS

Sanem was tearing into her mother’s bread basket. The ravenous hunger was more than her normal healthy appetite. Can always said she over ate whenever she was nervous.

Sanem regretted leaving town the second the train left the station. But she convinced herself that she needed this time alone, she needed to figure things out. She had been there three days and no contact with Can was already driving her crazy. She went back home when she found out that Can had left.

Could she blame him?

Two weeks later and no news from him.

The first time Can had accused her of abandoning him, Sanem had all these reasons and justifications, but what was she to say now. She had left Can when he needed her. In her mind she was hurting the most, Sanem did feel like Can had abandoned her twice. How could he forget their great love?

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Fan Art by Nunez Martinez