Location: A rooftop lounge in the Gulf. The call to prayer just ended. The air is thick with spice and secrets. The first time he saw her, she was seated, legs tucked beneath her, fingers wrapped delicately around a glass of mint tea. A black abaya flowed around her like ink, not a patch of skin visible except her hands and a flash of kohl-lined eyes. But her eyes, oh god — they told stories her lips never dared. He leane...