Tired from work, yet exhilarated to meet his boy, Rohan hurriedly arrives at the hospital. Ignoring his worn-out wife lying on the hospital bed, he races towards the cot and mimicking his mother's actions, picks up 'his baby boy'. Instantly, he puts her down again- realising reality.

"You worthless, worthless woman. You couldn't even get me a son. It was going to be a boy. Your jealousy and fear of my could-be success with my son cursed my boy into a girl."

"That's not--"

"Shut. Up. Ira. Just shut up, okay. You gave me a frikkin girl. I don't want a girl. I wanted a boy. You knew that. Yet you couldn't perform that one simple task properly, could you? I have given you so much, but what have you given me? A good-for-nothing burden."

"Roh--"

"Shut up bitch." A dreadful sound resonates through the room as Rohan slaps Ira's cheek, drawing blood and tears in the process. "Don't speak to me. Again. You failure." With another slap, he stalks out.