nrh’s review published on Letterboxd :
the second and seemingly least discussed of the three thrillers raj khosla made with sadhana in the mid-60s, each predicated on the unknowable surface of their female lead as constructed/filmed image. lacks the black and white gothic air of woh kaun thi? and the stained glass fracturing of anita, but in some ways might be the most consistently interesting of the three, partially thanks to sunil dutt's central performance of a proud man fracturing under the weight of doubt and grief when a woman claiming to be his dead wife suddenly appears (madan mohan's score doesn't hurt either).
also a rare film that makes excellent use of the theatricality of courtroom drama, and a cynical reminder of just how far a woman has to go to get anyone to believe a damn word she says.