The Quiet Funeral
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Once, in a sleepy coastal town where secrets floated freely in the salt air, there lived a girl named Seena. She wasn’t famous, but in her circles, she was unforgettable—charming without trying, graceful without effort. Seena didn’t shine like the sun; she shimmered like the moon—always a little distant, always a little hidden. People loved her. Admired her. Some even worshipped her. One of them was a boy named Abhinav. He never confessed it outright, but he carried Seena inside him like a poem he would never finish. She wasn’t his to claim. She belonged to the world—or at least to whichever room she walked into. Because Seena had a habit of changing with her audience. She showed just enough to keep you hoping, never enough to feel certain. But Abhinav saw her differently. Not the curated version—the girl who smiled perfectly at gatherings or vanished when conversations...