Tempestuous winds were blowing, in the midnight. Clouds were dark and heavy with the rain .these all factors made sky feel gloomy .silence was echoing the approaching calamity. The clock showed its sharp 12:00 am, and 14 the February came .instead of roses, blood smelled. Instead of love, hatred was in the air. The taj mahal, so called memorial of love was about to be demolished .in Agra near the monument trees oscillated and eventually fell, Water Lake was boiling .eagles and crows were out of their nests. It was the welcome omen for the spirit of Mumtaj Mahal, in whose death’s remorse the taj mahal was built. Today it has come down to earth to destroy every symbol of vitriolic and fake love. As she wanders around the city, she passes by the apartment where a girl was crying and sobbing out of the fear, trauma and cheat. She has been betrayed and abandoned by her partner, after she became pregnant with his child. Guy left her by saying-that it was not love but a time pas