The King of Sundarbans.

The largest mangrove forest in the world is the Sundarbans. The salty scent of river water fills the air here, and the only sounds in the swamp are the rustle of leaves and the splash of unseen fish. The Royal Bengal Tiger is a lonely, proud, and powerful creature that lives deep within this mysterious wilderness. This story is about one such tiger, dwelling in an unknown corner of the Sundarbans. He was known as "T-17" by scientists, but the local fishermen simply called him "Raja," which means "the King." He was more than just a tiger; he was the mute king of this dense forest. Early Days
Raja's mother cared for him throughout his childhood. In her protective shadow, he learned how to walk silently through the mud, how to smell the presence of prey from the wind, and how to pounce swiftly when the time came. But one stormy night, the rising river swallowed their home, and Raja was separated from his mother.
From then on, he was alone. He eventually got back on his feet and learned how to survive. Every tree, every creek, and every sound in the Sundarbans became his ally. He grew stronger, wiser, and more dangerous—but there was a calm beauty in him.
Man and the King
Along the edges of the Sundarbans live many villages. The activities of fishing, honey-collecting, and wood-collecting provide for the locals. Although some brave (or desperate) individuals ventured deep into the jungle, Raja never entered the villages. Not all of them returned. Their families would whisper, “The tiger took him.” They were aware of the jungle's rules and the consequences of breaking them. However, not all humans were Raja’s enemies. One of them was distinctive. His name was Russell—a young forest ranger, tasked with protecting wildlife. Raja first saw Russell one evening. Russell, armed with a camera, suddenly appeared as the tiger was pursuing a deer. Both the man and the beast stopped. Raja looked at Russell for a moment, then picked up his prey and walked away silently. He didn't get stopped by Russell. From that moment on, a quiet understanding grew between them.
The Shadow of Danger
Time passed. One day, Russell got word that poachers had entered the jungle. Their target: tiger skins and body parts. Raja was in danger—Russell knew it.
That night, he set out with his patrol team. They crossed waist-deep waters and muddy paths, heading into the heart of the forest. Suddenly, gunshots echoed. A fight was taking place nearby. Russell ran toward the sound.
There he saw Raja—wounded, but standing tall. Two poachers lay motionless, and a third was unconscious beside them. Raja looked at Russell. He didn’t growl or attack. Russell, without raising his weapon, stepped forward. Raja turned slowly and disappeared into the forest. Russell realized the tiger hadn't killed out of rage—but to protect his home, his life.
The final section Years passed. The Sundarbans Wildlife Project was led by Russell. The last time he saw Raja was three years ago, on a monsoon evening. The tiger was still majestic, eyes burning with intensity, his steps heavy with quiet pride.
Then, one day, news arrived—someone had found a dead tiger by the riverbank. Russell rushed there. He saw an aged tiger lying peacefully by the water. Eyes closed. Without breath He had walked a long way, perhaps knowing that the end was near, as evidenced by fresh paw prints in the mud nearby. Russell knew—it was Raja.
In his honor, a small memorial was constructed. It read:
He exercised balance rather than fear when he ruled. He was the guardian of the wild, the keeper of harmony. He was the King of the Sundarbans.”lish translation of your story (The King of Sundarbans)":

walked off in silence. Russell didn’t stop him. They developed a quiet understanding from that point on. The Dangerous Shadow Time passed. One day, Russell got word that poachers had entered the jungle. Tiger skins and body parts were their target. Raja was in danger—Russell knew it.
That night, he set out with his patrol team. After wading through waist-deep water and muddy paths, they reached the center of the forest. Shots rang out suddenly. A fight was taking place nearby. Russell ran toward the sound.
There he saw Raja—wounded, but standing tall. Two poachers lay motionless, and a third was unconscious beside them. Raja looked at Russell. He did not scream or strike. Russell came forward without bringing his weapon up. Raja slowly turned and vanished into the forest. Russell came to the realization that the tiger had killed not out of rage but rather to defend his home and life. Final Chapter
Years passed. Russell led the Sundarbans Wildlife Project. The last time he saw Raja was three years ago, on a monsoon evening. The tiger's steps were heavy with quiet pride and his eyes were intense, still majestic. Then, one day, news broke that a dead tiger had been discovered on the riverbank. Russell rushed there. He observed a mature tiger lying still next to the water. Eyes closed. Without breath Fresh paw prints in the mud nearby suggested that he had walked a long distance knowing that the end was near. Raja was it, Russell was aware. In his honor, a small memorial was constructed. It read:
“He ruled not with fear, but with balance. He was the guardian of the wild, the keeper of harmony. He was the King of the Sundarbans.”lish translation of your story (The King of Sundarbans)":