It's a week later in which Ira can finally bring herself to talk to Rohan without crying, screaming or fainting.

"Rohan. I want out."

"What do you mean out? You're already out."

"I meant: out of this house and out of these confinements. I'm joining a part-time nursery down the block and I'll put our daughter with mum. She'll be ecstatic."

"No." comes the curt reply.

"Why not?"

"Ira. I said no. You must obey me."

"Not when you don't give me a reason."

"You're just using this 'job' as an excuse to escape from me and elope with another guy. How do I even know you're gonna attend this job and not just frolic with some guy?"

"Don't you trust me? Even that little bit?"

"No. You'll run away and leave me with this burden you call a girl. And talking about 'our baby girl', you're fleeing your responsibilities as a mother by choosing your career over her life. Women of the house don't work: they stay at home, cook, clean and take care of the children. That's how it is."

"But we don't live in that kind of society!"

"Ira. All I'm gonna say is this. If you even dare to apply for that job, I will break your phone and all your contacts with everyone. And if you, oh if you even step foot in that place, I will not refrain from harming your daughter whilst you're at your ever-so-important work. Just remember that."

He leaves.