His entire body loathes with hatred. Hatred and repulse towards Ira.

She never gave him what he wanted; she had a chance. She missed it. 

The next day, Ira is instructed to take a pregnancy test. 

She shivers in the haemal bathroom and performs the actions- trying, in vain, to ignore the bruises on her thighs.

Dread rushes through her frail body at the results: a negative. 

Crumpling against the door, she buries her head into her knees and ignores Rohan's protests to open it. 

Having had enough, he slams it open and rids it of its hinges. In seconds, he's by Ira and holding her hands. 

And in seconds, he's let go of her hands and is holding the dastardly object that once lay in her hands.

A few seconds later, he's holding her wrist.