[Nikita]
"Hello, how can I help you?"
A beautiful woman opened the door to the apartment. She looked so perfect but she wasn't Arya. Her beautiful pale skin was nothing compared to Arya's brown skin. She was a little shorter than his Arya and had a kid, something that his Arya didn't have.
Thinking of Arya as his made Nikita feel good, not because they were bound by fate but because he loved her. He belonged to her, body and soul and there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. She was, after all, the woman he had finally set his mind on spending the rest of his life with.
Nikita looked at the woman holding a beautiful baby in her arms, while others were trying to come out from behind her skit. He waited for the three rowdy men that lived in this apartment with Arya to show up, but none of them did.