The Taj Mahal is not just the story of a mausoleum; it is the story of a family. It is not only a romance, it is also a tragedy. The Moghuls were an amalgamation of fierce battles, bitter vengeance and sublime aesthetics. They loved with passion and hated with an equal passion. The scene was set for the clashing of arms, charging of horses and whipping off heads, in short for fratricidal violence, as brothers destroyed each other and sons rebelled against fathers in their rivalry for throne.

The greatest love story of all times was thus splattered with the blood of ambition.