Here is a story developed around that "mistaken identity" premise, set in a surreal, satirical version of Istanbul. The Trial of the Century

Suddenly, the heavy mahogany doors of the courtroom swung open. A woman stepped in, the click of her Louboutins echoing like gunfire. She wore a fur coat over a cocktail dress, her hair perfectly coiffed, and a look of supreme boredom on her face. It was Bihter.

Fatmagül blinked. "I… I just want to bake bread. I live in a farmhouse with Kerim. Who is this nephew?"