Her hands fell to her sides out of terror as she immediately bowed her head down and

clutched the dupatta draped around her chest with her left hand, thinking her right hand

still had blood on it and would mess up her clothes. She kept her hand away from her

clothes. And she did not look at her hand either. She feared the sight of blood.

Standing in his vicinity, she found herself hyperventilating. The instructions that had been

fed to her brain about him played in her mind, adding more to her ...