Dusk arrives and Ira is still phone-less. Anxiety at the idea of what her friend thought of her abruptly ending the call tears her mind apart. 

She has no other choice than to wait for Rohan to get back from wherever he stalked off to.

"Babeeee," the sound of a timidly opened door. 

"I have something for you," Rohan comes into Ira's bedroom and presents her with a gift: an iPhone X. "I'm sorry about what I did to your other phone. Accept this?"

"No." Ira's not falling for his sick apologies again.

"Please. I even imported all your numbers into here. Please. Call your friend again, and apologise on my behalf. Please."

His pleading having no effect on her, it's the prospect of talking to her best friend that persuades her.

She accepts- once again. 

Another win for Rohan.