"ты чертовски мой Bella" (you're fucking mine Bella)
-Andrei Ivanov
"Continua a sognare, cazzo, non sono tuo, non lo sarò mai" (keep dreaming, fucker, I'm not yours)
-Bella Rossi
Will they get along? or will they hate each other forever? will the tw...
The days following their emotional confrontation were a mix of reconciliation and reflection. Bella and Andrei had pledged to communicate better, but Bella's near-death experience and the raw emotions from their argument left her feeling a need to regain control over her life. She channeled her emotions into training, pushing herself harder than ever before. She was determined to become stronger, not just for herself, but for Andrei as well.
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Every day, Bella spent hours in the gym, honing her fighting skills, practicing her techniques, and building her endurance. She pushed herself to the limits, driven by an unyielding resolve. Andrei observed her progress with a mix of pride and concern. He admired her dedication but worried about the toll it might take on her health.
Training Room/Gym:
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One afternoon, as Bella was practicing her fighting techniques with a punching bag, Andrei approached her. He watched for a moment, impressed by her skill and determination. He could see the fire in her eyes, the same fire that had drawn him to her in the first place.
Andrei's POV:
"Bella," I called out, catching her attention. She turned to face me, her chest heaving with exertion.
"Yes, Andrei?" she asked, wiping sweat from her brow.
"I can see how hard you've been working," I said, a proud smile playing on my lips. "How about we spar? I want to see how much you've improved."
Bella hesitated for a moment. I can see that she's nervous but also excited, she looked at me with an 'are you sure' look I nodded my head "yes Bella come on, it would be fun, I really want to see if your hard work and almost all-day training has paid off" Bella raised her brows sighing.
"Okay fine, let's do it," she agreed.
We moved to the center of the training area, and I took a defensive stance. Bella mirrored my movements, her muscles tense with anticipation. We circled each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
Bella struck first, her movements swift and precise. I dodged, my reflexes sharp, but Bella pressed on, her attacks relentless. She had improved significantly, her techniques refined and her strategy clear. She wanted to prove herself to him, to show that she could stand beside me as an equal.
I was impressed by her skill and determination. I blocked and dodged, but Bella's persistence paid off. She managed to land a solid hit, and then another. I was forced to go on the defensive, my respect for her growing with each passing moment.
Author's POV:
Finally, with a well-placed move, Bella managed to bring Andrei to the ground, pinning him down. She was breathing heavily, her eyes blazing with triumph. Andrei looked up at her, a mixture of pride and admiration in his gaze.
