On a blistering summer afternoon safari, I spotted this magnificent Royal Bengal Tiger resting near a waterhole, cloaked in the cool shadows of bamboo thickets. His head lay still on his paws, yet his presence dominated the forest. I waited in silence, and then—his eyes opened, locking onto mine and my lens with a gaze that held the weight of the wild. No movement. No sound. Just the silent authority of a king in his realm.