Aradhana (1962 Film) - Plot

Plot

Anuradha loves Murali in college, but keeps to herself. She becomes victim of her classmate Sarala's jealousy and trickery and complains about Murali to Principal. The event results in hatred between them and Murali losing scholarship. Murali gets help from his uncle Lingaiah and goes to London for higher studies. Lingaiah in return plans to give his daughter Lakshmi to Murali upon his return. Lingaiah appoints Anuradha as care taker of innocent Lakshmi. Anuradha comes to know about their plan and sacrifices her love for her cousin Lakshmi. Lakshmi has different plans; She is in love with her brother in law Yoganandam and not interested in Murali. She asks Anuradha to write replies to Murali's letters on her behalf. Anuradha goes through lot of struggle in the process.

Murali loses his eyes in a lab accident. Lingaiah loses interest in alliance. Anuradha pretends as Lakshmi and nurses Muarli, while he is blind. She prepares for his operation with the help of their common friend Sarathi (Jagaiah) and Principal. She plans to disappear after the eye surgery, but Murali recognises the difference and insists that he wants the Lakshmi that served him. Movie ends with the reunion of the lovers.

The love between main characters is silent. The main characters do not have any duets. Apart from solo songs, all duets in movie are between Girija and Relangi.

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