The letter read that the writer remembered very well what had happened between the two of them, a few months back, when Raj was in Sydney. He had also mentioned clearly, that how they had met in the bar and what all had been happening during that stay of his. To prove what he said was true, he had enclosed a few photographs depicting extremely intimate and personal relations between the two of them, in not even bare minimum clothing. This brought a chill down Raj's spine and he started sweating in the air-conditioned hotel room.
Along with the letter was an address, which also had this gentleman's mobile number. He hurriedly gave him a call, to which the man desired to meet Raj that night.
Raj knew that he was in deep shit. The photos were of that kind, which could ruin his entire career. He had to obey whatever that man said, so he got ready in cool casuals and went to the address written on the piece of paper that he had received.
He was really nervous, as he did not remember the man very well, as it was just a nightstand, so he did not know what to expect. Although he remembered, that the man was about middle aged.