Struggling but noble artist Anwar finds temporary relief when he discovers a benefactor in Rozina, the daughter of the wealthiest Nawab of the city who has been smitten by his work and intends to buy all he has to offer to fulfil her own desires…to satisfy her craving for art while helping a poor soul along, an overtly decent intention. Meanwhile the Nawab steps out to take a drive and is met with a terrible accident only to be saved by artist Anwar who happened to be passing by and then crucially donates timely blood to save the Nawab from certain death.

Later the Nawab is visited by slick cad Aslam Parvez gushing crocodile tears about the accident while scheming on the best way to acquire the Nawabs zillions. Aslam sizes up the Nawab's bell-bottom clad daughter as a potential jackpot…meanwhile Miss Najma (Rozina, the daughter) appears totally lost in Anwar's art and is falling rapidly in love with the artist as well. Meanwhile there are some stretches of tedious comedy that seem to last for ever.

Meanwhile tragedy strikes Anwar's family when his young sister falls terribly sick and desperately needs medicine. Anwar's identical look-alike brother Akhtar desperately flounders around town trying to get enough money to buy the medicine but fails at every juncture. Then finally seeing that his daughter is about to keel over he decides to sell his law books – his one ticket to a better life – and rushes out once again to buy the medicine. This time he does succeed in acquiring enough money but is pick pocketed on his way and yet again is unable to return with the medicine…but it's too late as the sister has passed on while he was out. There is much grief and woe and soul searching especially as now there is the additional problem that they can't afford the money that they need for the girls burial and other neighbourly problems like the chaudhary next door celebrating the birth of a son by having a dancing girl perform for him while she is mourning her daughter.

Meanwhile Poor Akhtar is framed by a petty criminal and ends up in jail where he is thrown into a cell with a Charlie Manson like raving lunatic whose babbling seems to make sense to Akhtar and he realizes if none too late basically that “no more Mr. Nice guy” and that its time to fight back against those who did him and his dead sister wrong. Meanwhile Anwar tries to support his mother with the meagre earnings that he brings home selling a painting once every now and then…however Rozina is still madly devoted to him even if a slight misunderstanding might have cooled things off momentarily. Also the gap between his poverty and her super-rich status might not be surmountable in “the eyes of the world”.

Later Akhtar manages to spring from his cell and fate works its mysterious ways and he ends up teaming up with the slick scheming cad Aslam and together they decide to rule the local criminal scene. Akhtar turns a modern day bandit and returns to each scene where an obstacle was created when he was desperately trying to help his sister and delivers his cold blooded brand of justice while Aslam collects all the loot. Then one fine day Aslam plots his master plan by which he intends to have his cake and eat the lot. Fate also brings Anwar and Akhtar together again and in a less than thrilling climax scene all the loose threads of various sub plots are carefully tied up.

Will Rozina and Anwar get married despite the difference in income bracket? Will Akhtar receive the death sentence or will he somehow be able to escape for a new life with his dancing moll Aliya? It's rather dull fare on the whole, not particularly interesting and lacking the emotional power and intrigue that films like these thrive on. On the other hand clearly some people felt otherwise as the film turned into a success back in 1972 despite the fact that it featured Rozina who was not quite an “A” bracket leading lady during that era. Waheed Murad is also a little automated and uninspired in this movie even if he does manage a decent enough fist of it.

Rozina fails to shine as a good girl and lacks the spark that she invariably displayed whenever she was cast in a negative role. She tries hard but in a role of limited scope she fails to make much impression. The comic trio, two of which were Zerqa and Nanna is laborious but no doubt contributed to the films success and the songs are not particularly catchy either. It is strange how a film as mediocre and predictable as this can manage to turn into a success while others far better fall by the wayside. Desi audiences can be counted on for their total unpredictability which only makes life more interesting!