After five years, the penthouse walls had transformed with new paintings—vibrant canvases of family moments capturing the twins' growth, Soha and Arth at various ages laughing in sunlit gardens, and other moments. The twins, now five, played boisterously in the living room with Dhairya—Soha giggling as she directed, "Chachu, aise nhi!" Arth chiming in, "Haa chachu, aapko yeh bilkul nhi aata!" Their tiny voices echoing joy, bodies tumbling in playful chaos on the plush carpet, Dhairya feigning defeat with dramatic groans, the scene a warm, familial haven that made Ishani's heart swell maternal and sensual, her body at 28 a masterpiece of matured curves—breasts fuller from motherhood's lingering gift, nipples sensitive and darkened, aching for touch in constant low throb; hips wider and softer, ass plumper and inviting, thighs thicker with gentle give, every movement a sway of erotic grace that kept her core in perpetual simmer, pussy clenching wet at memories of Virat's cock stretching her in burning possession, the years apart only intensifying the illicit fire when he'd returned.