Throughout the week, he had observed her and studied her routine.
After he had left the hospital, the first thing he did was find out who helped him. He was able to find out about her because she took the same route home every day where the alley was located near the location where he had sought refuge.
She was a third year medical student studying in Rawalpindi medical college. She was 21, going on 22 in three months. Her family comprised of her adoptive maternal uncle and aunt. She was raised as an only child.
Her name: Anissa Ghalib.
"Anissa," he said, her name falling off his tongue like smooth honey. It was such a beautiful name.
But his interest got immediately piqued when he saw her picture. Almost as if someone had punched him hard in the face, his breath got knocked out of him, his insides turned and his heart beat increased violently.