"Mr Jam, a man, whose age ranges from 23 to 27 years, is found dead along the plot in the nearby town...please come immediately to the police station."

Hearing this Mr Jam was going to lose his consciousness, actually his Son, Joy was missing for three days. The police was searching for him continuously, and finally they found a dead body of a man, but they were not sure because it, so they informed the Jam to recognize the dead body.

Mr Jam dropped the phone, and rushed in the room to inform his wife about the sad news he heard, and with trembling voice he said,

"Zoya, police has just informed me about the dead body they found... he could be our Joy... I am going there... Pray! It wouldn't be our Joy."

Hearing this, tears rolls down on the cheeks of Zoya, she screamed with agony, and said,

"Jam! Are you mad? How could you believe on what the police said? He would be someone else, we are not going to recognize him, and that's final."

"You need to be strong Zoya, I know it's hard, but we could do nothing, I need to go...You stay at home..I will be back soon."

Jam left with heavy heart, and tears were in his eyes, while he could still hear his wife's sobbing behind. He asked his driver to drive in speed, so they can reach immediately. But, he was crying continuously, and words of the police man were echoing in his ears.

Finally, they reached the mortuary, Jam step out of his car, but paused there for five minutes. The police man asked him to come inside, but his legs were trembling with fear. His heart was beating very fast, and he was praying that it wouldn't be the dead body of his son.

Finally, they entered in the mortuary, the two men were standing beside the dead body, but before Jam could reach near the body, he lost his consciousness and fell on the ground. He couldn't bear the thought to imagine his son on the deathbed. So they brought him out of the mortuary, and lied him on the stretcher. After 5 minutes he was in his senses, and he again went to mortuary.

He reached near to see the dead body, but it was covered with clothes. Jam stretched his hand to uncover the face, but his eyes were closed. Slowly he opened his eyes, and after seeing the face, he bow down with gratitude, because It was not Joy. He felt relieved, and immediately informed his wife,

" Zoya...!!!

His voice tremble with happiness.

"Zoya...he was not our Joy....I am sure, our Joy would be alright."

Zoya also felt relieved to hear her husband's words, but still she was worried because there was not any news about Joy's absence. Anyway, Jam left the mortuary, and headed towards his home. On the way, his eyes were still searching his son, but there was nothing expect the desolation of night, as it was 11pm.

On the way, suddenly their car stopped in the middle of the road. The driver came out to check the problem, and he informed Jam that apparently everything is alright, and there is not any problem in the engine, perhaps it happened due to the heating of battery, so we need to wait for 10 minutes until it would be restarted.

So, after ten minutes the driver restart it, and they were set towards the home. Suddenly, they saw something from a far, but as soon as they go a little ahead, and the headlights dropped ahead, they saw a person with his hands tied on his back. His mouth was also fastened with the cloth. He was asking for help, through the gestures.

They stepped out of their car, and Jam moved ahead to see the man, and he was bewildered to see his face, because he was Joy. Jam screamed with happiness,

"Joy...My son! Where you were? We searched you everywhere, and in your absence, every day was a great torment......Ahhhhh, My son, Who is responsible for this?....Are you OK?"

"Yes..Dad...please Don't cry."

"Please...tell me, who is responsible for this? Where you spent last three days?

Joy informed his Dad, that some kidnappers mistook him as another person, but now they have learned the truth, and finally dropped him on the road. Jam Thanked his God, and left for home with Joy.

Thanks for reading. Image source https://unsplash.com/s/photos/headlights