Shekhar is the eldest son of a rich widower called Kashiram (Raj Mehra). At home he is called Chiranjeev (a name that Sharada does not get to know when she first meets Shekhar). Though initially hesitant, Sharada agrees to marry Shekhar when after relentless pursuing he proposes to her. Shekhar is off to China for work and tells her to wait for him, so that they can get married when he returns. Sharada is obviously quite pleased with the proposition as she too by now harbours sweet affections for him in her heart. Mind you, this is where the goodness of the film ends. For, the plot totally goes haywire from here. I really liked the initial scenes where the relationship of Shekhar and Sharada are developed.
While things were quite ridiculous till now, it gets worse from here. Sharada, who is happy bringing up her step children and is in no mood to have some of her own, takes care of Chiranjeev as if he is her favourite son! And Chiranjeev, too, loves his new mother too very much!! Aarrgghh!! How on earth is that possible for any sane human being. This is depiction of distorted emotions. Something very queer and ludicrous.
Soon Chanchal is tipped of by a friend about Sharada's past affair with Chiranjeev and all hell breaks lose. And all this while, Kashiram can only complain about why the daughter-in-law is being so difficult without even going into the depth of the matter. Chanchal forbids Sharada to go near Chiranjeev. This pains her (obviously! She did have a thing for him in the past!) as he is her favourite son!! Fed up with Chanchal's tantrums, Chiranjeev leaves home. And the scripts now keeps climbing up every step of insanity...
I've seen Raj Kapoor do better. Here he starts of sweetly, but thanks to the erroneous script, he just loses focus. His eyes and their magic are not cashed in on, his charisma goes unnoticed. In the end, he is just a limpid character playing to the tune of his 'mother'.