Meanwhile , Saxena`s side,
Mrs. Saxena’s grief had reached its peak. The days of fruitless searching and unanswered calls had left her in a state of despair, her once indomitable spirit now reduced to a shell of a mother consumed by worry. Her emotions were frayed, and the agony of not knowing the fate of her child was tearing her apart. Every day felt like an eternity, and each moment without information about her son seemed like a cruel joke.
Mr. Saxena, though trying to remain composed, was equally tormented. His attempts to use every possible connection, from ministers to commissioners, had yielded no concrete answers. The situation was growing increasingly hopeless. The thought that the body the police had shown them might indeed be their son was an unbearable burden. He had tried to keep hope alive, but the weight of the evidence and the ever-present fear were beginning to crack his resolve.