Plot
Rohit, Whiskey, and Kumar (Rajendra Kumar, Rajendra Nath, and Prem Chopra respectively) are childhood friends. While travelling to his estate in the company of Whiskey, Rohit meets with beautiful Neena (Sadhana) and falls in love with her. Subsequently, he meets with her father (Raj Mehra) where they are properly introduced, and she too falls in love with him. Unknowingly, Kumar also sends his proposal for marriage to Neena, but she rejects it. Kumar is offended and, shortly before the marriage of Neena and Rohit, molests Neena. Rohit and Kumar become enemies, have a fight and Kumar loses sight in his left eye. Feeling that she is not worthy of Rohit anymore, Neena refuses to marry him.
Neena discovers that she is pregnant with Kumar's child and tries to commit suicide. Rohit stops her from doing so and marries her in a nearby Shiv Mandir. Rohit brings up the child as his own son who is adored by all. Kumar, who is now a known criminal, comes to Rohit asking for money. While he and Rohit are having an argument, Rohit slips out the information that the child is not his. Kumar secretly records this information and blackmails him. One day he kidnaps Rohit's son; Rohit goes to his hideout to get his son back. During their fight, Rohit is badly injured, but then Neena comes and kills Kumar with one of with his own henchman's gun. Rohit, Neena and their son live happily ever after.
Read more about this topic: Aap Aye Bahaar Ayee
Famous quotes containing the word plot:
“The westward march has stopped, upon the final plains of the Pacific; and now the plot thickens ... with the change, the pause, the settlement, our people draw into closer groups, stand face to face, to know each other and be known.”
—Woodrow Wilson (1856–1924)
“James’s great gift, of course, was his ability to tell a plot in shimmering detail with such delicacy of treatment and such fine aloofness—that is, reluctance to engage in any direct grappling with what, in the play or story, had actually “taken place”Mthat his listeners often did not, in the end, know what had, to put it in another way, “gone on.””
—James Thurber (1894–1961)
“The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.”
—Franz Grillparzer (1791–1872)