---Hussain's POV ---

Several months later (A/N--》Yes, I know it's a bit fast paced but I got exams coming up)

About a week ago I had gotten my bundle of joy. My princess.

I was always scared about her being around my parents but they took perfect care of my daughter and my wife.

That's also the only reason I was able to take my wife out today and leave Niyati with my parents.

"Babe, what're you thinking about?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said.

"Tell me," I said.

"You see that over there," she said.

"You mean what the mannequin is wearing?" I asked and she nodded.

"My mom would always get so mad at me when I wore something like that, espically when it was cold out," she said.

I hugged her.

"It's okay. Let it out, she's in a better place now," I said.

A second later her phone went off and I answered is since she was too upset.

"Hello," I said.

"Hussain, are you guys idiots?" Roshani asked.

"Hi to you as well and what happen?" I asked.

"Your daughter is a week old only and she's in the car by herself!" She said.

"No. She's with my parents," I said.

She read the the license plate number to me.

"Your car?" She asked.

"Ya, but my pare...Oh my God," I said.

I thought they had changed but it was all an act.

"Where are you?" I asked and she told me.

"I've called for an ambulance and the cops. The doors are locked so I can't break in and the way she's been put in the car if we break a window it'll hurt her," she said.

"We're coming," I said.