Gripping my upper arm tightly he opened the room and pulled me inside. I staggered forward, almost falling on my front when he left me abruptly. I turned and looked up at his stoic face. That face which always survives without an ounce of emotion on it. If I were not an observant person, I could have missed the rage in his eyes. He was angry that I knew but his whole body was calm, too calm. With the front few buttons of his shirt open, he rolled the sleeves while staring at me. He tilted his head and ever so slowly his face enveloped with a malicious smirk. He took steps forward, involuntarily I took my steps backwards. "Why though? Are you afraid of me now, Little Doe?" He asked, mocking me and kept walking with slow steps towards me. What happened? Where is your courage which you showed a few minutes ago Afraid? Do I? No, I'm not afraid but a feeling which I had buried deep inside my heart resurfaced. "You have always pulled the brave face of yours in the most difficult situations in front of me but what now? Ain't you determined and confident now?" No, I don't think so because, for the first time in my life, I'm losing myself. I am lacking confidence because I don't know If am doing the right thing or not.