Once upon a time, in a village nestled beside a sparkling river, lived a brother and sister named Rohan and Priya. Rohan, with his mischievous grin and a heart full of sunshine, loved to climb the tallest mango tree and tease Priya relentlessly. Priya, with her bright eyes and a giggle as sweet as mango juice, would chase him with playful scoldings. Their bond was as strong as the ancient banyan tree that shaded their home. Raksha Bandhan, the festival of brotherly love, was approaching. Priya spent days carefully selecting threads of vibrant silk, shimmering gold, and tiny, sparkling beads. She hummed a happy tune as she wove a beautiful rakhi, a sacred thread symbolizing the love and protection she shared with her brother. The day arrived, filled with the scent of delicious sweets and the joyful chatter of the village. Priya, her cheeks flushed with excitement, approached Rohan, who was busy helping their father. She carefully tied the rakhi around his wrist, her small fingers deftly weaving the thread. "Happy Raksha Bandhan, Bhaiya!" she chirped, her voice filled with love. Rohan, surprised by the beauty of the rakhi, grinned. "Happy Raksha Bandhan, Pyari behen!" he replied, his voice warm and sincere. He knew this wasn't just a thread; it was a promise of protection, a symbol of their unwavering bond. He felt a surge of love for his sister, stronger than the tallest mango tree. Priya beamed. Rohan then presented her with a beautiful, handcrafted wooden doll, its painted eyes twinkling mischievously, just like his own. Their laughter echoed through the village, a testament to the beautiful love shared between a brother and sister. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Rohan and Priya sat together, sharing stories and sweets, their hearts overflowing with the joy of Raksha Bandhan. Their bond, strengthened by the simple thread of a rakhi, would forever remain as strong as the ancient banyan tree and as bright as the morning sun.