Crime and punishment,-one follows the other. Sardar, who had terrorized the hills and valleys for twenty years, did not know about it or perhaps he did not care. The local police could not cope with it and the district headquarters had to move to capture the robber. . So the sleepy little village of Kasara came Ranjit with a gun slung on his shoulder and a bored expression on his face. Ostenibly he had come to shoot crocodiles, but actually he was after a much bigger game There he met Thakur, the wealthy timber merchant, and Champa, a fondling who had grown up as Thakurs daughter. Champa found in Ranjit the embodiment of all the romances which she had missed in the rustic surroundings. She fell without a shot being fired. . Ranjit, however, remainded indifferent. But during his quest of Sardar, Champa often crossed his path and each meeting with this simple and lovely girl left him more and more distrubed till one day he suddenly realized that he also loved her as much as she did. . Then things started moving. Sardar was lured into robbing a car planted by Ranjit. He could not get with the loot. The police were guarding all the roads, so Sardar went back to his lair licking his wounds. Then came Manohar, the city crook, to help him, but paid with his life for his lust. Sardar now cornered, pulled out and hid into the jungle. But he had left one clue begind. It was Maina, his mistress. To save her own skin she gave Sardar away to Ranjit. But she paid heavily for her betrayal. The chase continued till, under the shadow of death, Ranjit met his beloved and Sardar did what even the worst of men would do for a dear one.