To avenge the death of his father, Thakur Jwala Prashad Singh pumped bullets into the chest of Saudamal's younger brother, the man responsible for his father's death. This one-act severed the ties, that he had with the civilised world.
The law branded him a dacoit, a renegade. But the most painful separation for Jwala was his foster mother. She had put him to her breast, when he was a few month's old, after the death of his own mother, and his foster brother Dr. Dev Vrata whom he had put through the medical college.
Dev Vrat was the nucleus of Jwala's life. Jwala had toiled day and night in the fields, denying himself everything so that Dev Vrat would want for nothing.
Uninformed of his tragic even, Dev Vrat returns to his village to devote his life to his people and their cause. And inevitably, the path of the two crossed. The destroyer and a man avowed to fight death. One waged his war with a scalpet and medicines, the other with a gun. Every bullet from Jwala's gun was knock on the door of society and the la, crying out for justice for the exploited. Events followed with the speed of a kaleidoscope and the tow brother had been drawn. Aiding and abetting this, was S.P. Ashwani Kumar a young police officer who had made the capture of Jwala, dead or alive, his mission of life. After unsuccessfully trying to capture Jwala, he devised a plan. He realised that the only weak chunk in the armour of Jwala, where his mother and brother. He took Dr. Dev Vrat into custody and started persecuting him on the charge that he was harbouring the dacoits. The ruse worked-Jwala came out into the open to save his brother.
The document wrought to terrible tragedy for the mother and son. To save his brother's life Jwala paid for it with his own.
(From the official press booklet)