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Modern Day Maharaja

HERE IS MY SURPRISE FOR YOU ALL! First off I know that I need to update all of my ongoing fics. And I will have those updates coming tomorrow. This fic was something I had been working on for a while. And after Jinder successfully defended his WWE Heavyweight Championship Sunday at Battleground I couldn’t wait any longer to post this. I hope you all like this fic. 

Authors Note: None. Enjoy everyone.

Warnings: None.

This fic is the first of many for my interracial series. If you haven’t guessed by the title this fic is one for Jinder Mahal. Ill post the synopsis below for the fic. 

Synopsis: Moira met Jinder 4 years ago while he was a jobber. He would walk around backstage and say in interviews how his goal was to become the WWE heavyweight champion. She’d laugh and jab at him saying how could he be champion when he was too busy breaking up fights between little people and being beaten up every night along with his buddies in 3MB. Well a year later and he was released. Unbeknownst to her he had left to find himself and to figure out where he belonged. Well now he’s back. And he’s the WWE heavyweight champion. He did it. And he’s on a mission to make everyone who doubted him look like fools. Except for her. For him she isn’t a fool. Oh no. Shes his. She just doesn’t know it yet. She’ll have to fight her raw and undeniable attraction to him while fighting off the man himself.

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Jinders before and after.

Moira Everdeen aka Mira

“Aaaaaaannnnnnnnd your new WWE Heavyweight Champion, Jinder Mahal!”

My head snapped up at the announcement. What the hell. Is this real? Am I dreaming?

I already knew the answer to that last question and the other one as well.

I wasn’t dreaming.

This was real.

Jinder was champion.

Tonight I had come to the Allstate Arena in the Chicago suburb of Rosemont, Illinois to see Smackdown Live’s exclusive Backlash pay per view. I wasn’t active on the roster due to an injury but I still loved coming to events for the past couple of months and supporting my friends and coworkers.

The arena was in an uproar over the announcement. Boos and cheers rattled the building. I was sure it was a shock to many who thought Orton would retain the belt. No one believed someone like Jinder a man who had never won a title in the WWE could beat a decorated 13 time WWE Champion, but he did.

I was shook literally. He had did it. He had become the champion like he told me he would years ago. He finally achieved his dream. He made me look like a fool for doubting him. He made us all look like fools.

Staring at the monitor I just started at him. He looked so different but I could still see that fire in those eyes. That passion to be the best and to prove he could be the man. He still held that fire. And now that he was champion that fire would only burn brighter.

Back then I had been so sure. I was so positive he’d never become the champion. That he didn’t have what it took to be the champion. Back then he was a jobber. Or what I liked to call him a joke. But he just proved me and all his doubters wrong. He made us eat our words. He had done it.

I still couldn’t believe he had become the WWE Heavyweight Champion. I couldn’t help but remember our last conversation in 2014. Months before he left the company. When I told him that he would never be the WWE Champion.

*** Early 2014 ***

“If you think they would place a jobber as the face of this company you’re out of your damn mind. Be realistic Jinder. You’re basically a crash test dummy.”

Jinder’s body stilled from the pushups he was doing. Slowly he got to his feet all the while his head was cast down. I had heard him talking to many of the other male superstars and he had mentioned that he’d love to be the WWE Champion one day. I couldn’t let that comment go. So when he set himself in a dark corner in the arena we were in I cornered him and began to badger him about it. He didn’t pay me any attention at first. Just rolling his eyes and stretching. But when I hit him with that last comment he stilled. I had finally gotten his attention.

I was shocked when his head snaps up and his usually dark brown orbs were filled with wild blood red flames. His top lip peeled back in a snarl and he trained those hillacious eyes on me.

“Is that what you think kitten? You believe me to be unworthy to be champion?” His voice was low and it rumbled like thunder across a wide sky. He took a small step towards me. I took one back. He kept coming towards me and I kept retreating until my back hit the wall. I tried to speak and tell him to back up but nothing would come out.

At that moment I had many questions. The first being: What the actual fuck had I done? Had I pushed him too far finally? What was with him calling me kitten in that voice? Was he trying to see if he could affect me? So many questions. But only one thing mattered at this moment. He had me cornered and he had a look of utter fury on his face.

I couldn’t respond in any manner that wouldn’t be embarrassing. I was speechless. And that is a surprise.

“Let me tell you something kitten. I WILL become a WWE Champion. I WILL be the face of this company one day. And when I do you’ll see me in all my glory and that will be the most satisfying thing to me.”

By the end of his rant he was directly in front of me. I was eye to eye with his clothed chest.  He smelled like fresh rain and chocolate. Yummy.

Wait what the hell. NO. Hes Jinder Mahal. A jobber. He isn’t your type Mira.

I snapped my head up at that thought. I had set a definite standard for myself. I wanted a successful man. Someone who was on my level and could help me to build our empire. And jinder didn’t met those requirements.

Looks wise Jinder wasn’t bad in the eyes. He was cute but in that lazy sort of way. He worked out but not too much. He was mostly laid back and very easy to talk to when approached. Even when I was in the room. He mostly ignored my jabs.

I guess my way of getting a feel for him  and seeing how I could press his buttons was to insult him every chance i got. To be honest I didn’t hate him. And I didn’t like him either. He intrigued me. He did what he did in and out of the ring without complaint. Especially in the ring. He would get beat up every night. And when hed come back from the ring hed still manage to smile and act happy.

I guess I was trying to figure out why he seemed complacent in his position with the company. I was trying to figure out why he didn’t demand better. He had potential. He had so much charisma it was insane. And yet he wasted his talent and time being a jobber. It infuriated me and made me wanna throttle him.

I looked up into his eyes to see the anger dissipated something else take over. He leaned down and placed a finger under my chin. He tilted my head up so I could see his eyes and he mine.

“Moira make no mistake. I’ll be champion. I’ll silence everyone who doubted me. Then i’ll build my kingdom. So make sure you’re around to see me do it. I want you speechless like I have you right now.” 

He made my name sound so sexy when he said it like that. I couldn’t help but get wet at that. HOLY HELL WOMAN! GET IT TOGETHER! YOU. DO. NOT. LIKE. HIM.

I knew I shouldn’t like how he talked to me but I did.

With that he took several steps back and walked towards the men’s locker room. Probably to get ready for his match. Damn it. I might be a bitch to some but for him I want to be something else… But he’d never know that.

Almost a year later Jinder was released from the company. There were plenty backstage as to what happened. Many said it was a mutual thing and Jinder wanted to see what else there was for him to do in the world. Some said that they released him due to position and the fact that he wasn’t making waves. Whatever the reason, it was no concern to me.


Coming out of my flashback I started back at the screen to see that the post show had started. Renee’s beautiful face filled the screen.

I heard footsteps outside my dressing room then a knock. I turned away from the screen.

“Open the door Mira.”

“Come in Naomi.”

Naomi steeped in carrying her championship on her right shoulder. She was dressed down in a Usos “Day One Ish” t-shirt and sweats. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the couch. Plopping down she put the title on the table and quirked an manicured eyebrow at me, waiting.

She knew how horrible I had been to Jinder. She also had this notion that I was so horrible to him because I liked him, like some middle school child. I tried to tell her several times that I did not like him. I just didn’t understand why he didn’t demand better booking and matches from the higher ups. That’s all. But being who she is she didn’t listen nor believe me.

I just stared at her for a bit before sighing and rolling my eyes. Naomi was waiting for me to say I was wrong. But she knew me better than that. It was going to take hell freezing over and Lucifer himself coming to my door to ask for a place to crash while they fixed it before I admitted that.

“Mira, you saw what I did right? You saw Jinder win that belt from Randy.”

I sat down in my chair once again and folded my arms over my chest. “I didn’t see him actually win it. I just heard the announcement.”

“It doesn’t matter you know what I now know. That he’s really back.” Jinder had been on Raw before Wrestlemania 33. Now he was here on Smackdown with us. He had gotten drafted during the shake up. While he was on Raw I didn’t hear too much about him other than him beating Finn. That I couldn’t believe but when I saw it on TV I couldn’t quite believe it. He had beaten Finn Balor. That must’ve gave him a major confidence booster. He had pinned a former NXT champion and the first ever WWE Universal Champion. Plus he was the demon king. Finn was no ordinary man.

After I had seen the match I decided to google Jinder and see what he’d been up to. I couldn’t find much. But then again he had always been somewhat reserved on social media. But what I had found had made my mouth water. Gone was the just toned body. His body now was marvelous. Defined and chiseled. He looked as if he was carved from granite. His hair was fuller and more unruly in some pictures while it mostly was in a short cut with his beard on full display. He looked mouth watering. But i’d never admit that though. He was a man who looked good and as a female it was only natural i took notice of him.

“It doesn’t matter how you found out girl. He proved you and all his doubters wrong. Don’t be surprised if he comes to find you sooner rather than later.”

I scoffed at this. “Yeah, no. There will be no finding me. He’ll stay away. Trust me he doesn’t really care for me. I was a bitch to him. I admit that and i’ll admit I was wrong but that’s it. I don’t want to have any run ins with him. We’ve grown past our squabbles.”

“You mean you’ve grown past picking on him.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever girl. I talked to the doctor. I should be cleared to wrestle soon. My ankle is still a bit weak. But i’m making progress.”

I had broke my ankle during a ski trip in Colorado while on vacation with my now ex boyfriend Carlos. We broke up a month ago. He was definitely my type. Successful. Good looking. Smart and ambitious. But we broke up due to him relocating to Japan to work and him saying he didn’t want to weigh me down when i’m at the peak of my career. I wholeheartedly disagreed but I gave him this. He swore that he would remain my friend even if I didn’t want that due to him being my lover for over a year.

“Thats good girl. I can’t wait for you to get back in the ring. I need some competition.”

At this I laughed. She had plenty of competition. Charlotte Flair. Becky Lynch. Tamina Snuka. Natalya. Carmella.

She had plenty of competition. But we had always wanted to face each other in the ring. It was our own personal dream match. Naomi was fast and athletic. And so was I. BUt I also had a great submission game as well as being a ground and pound type fighter. So wed love to fight and see if she could withstand my ground game and if she could counter my submission prowess. I was trained by Daniel Bryan. When I came up through the indies he was a legend. He had seen a few of my matches and said I had potential. He then helped me to master my submission game and holds. When I learned all I could I began to strength train and try out my ground game. And that’s when I met Brock Lesnar. The man was the beast for a reason. The current WWE Universal Champion and a former UFC Heavyweight Champion he was multifaceted. Fast and agile while powerful and lethal. Brock had taken me under his wing after I begged him to do so. I soon learned that despite my stature I was a natural striker. Ideal even. He trained me for a year. Once I had been trained I tried out for NXT. I made the cut and began my journey to where I was now.

Naomi got up and stretched. “You coming with me to the hotel?”

I shook my head. “I am coming to the hotel but I brought my car so I’ll drive. But I’ll see you there.”

“Okay boo. I’ll see you later.”

She walked towards the door and put it in a matter of seconds. I turned and began to clean and organize my dressing room. I had to get to the hotel to get some rest. Tomorrow I have some traveling to do and media appearances. I was going to be back in the ring in no time and Hunter decided that I needed to get out there and remain the people who I was.

After cleaning up and packing my things away I headed out. I dug in my Michael Kors satchel bag and dug out the keys to my baby.

I hit the unlock key and the lights lit up on my 2016 Mercedes S - Class Coupe. My baby looked amazing after the detailing crew came out and touched her up. Her cherry red paint was nice and shiny, along with her chrome accents.

As I walked towards my baby I noticed a car parked next to mine. But it wasn’t any car. It was a 2016 Bentley Continental GT V8 S “Monster by Mulliner”. It was a rare car that was supposedly only in Australia. It was gorgeous. Black with chrome accents and red lined accents along the bottom, in the grille and on the brake calipers. Blacked out windows and rims, this car was gorgeous. And it cost a hefty price tag so whoever had this car must’ve had pull.

As I got closer I noticed someone leaning against the hood of the car.

Sensing my presence the person turned around and I stopped dead in my tracks.


He was in a black t-shirt with grey sweat pants and black nike running shoes. His hair was wet and curled at his nape in defiance. His dark brown orbs were trained on me.

Smirking he came around the car and headed towards me. I looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. My tongue peeked out and I licked my dry lips. I know I said that he was just a man and that bit is somewhat true. But now this man had major pull. He was gorgeous and he knew it. You could see the confidence pour off his skin in waves.

After a few strides he stood in front of me. I had to crane my neck to see his eyes. At 6’5 jinder towered over my 5’1 frame. I was a child compared to him. He looked down at me and you could see he was enjoying it.

“Hello kitten. How have you been, hmm?” His voice was deep, rough and panty melting. Oh this man.

“Hello Jinder. I’ve been good how have you been?” My voice came somewhat quite. I couldn’t help it. He made me speechless.

“I’ve been really good kitten. Do you know why?” When he asked that question I knew what he wanted to hear come out of my mouth. He wanted me to admit it. Too bad that wasn’t gonna happen.

“Is it because you got to see me again?” I flourished my fingers up and down my frame. I was currently wearing a faux leather crop top with camo cargo pants and all white high top airforce ones adorned my feet. I had a gold chain draped around my neck and my faux goddess locs were pulled back in a messy ponytail.

He laughed at that. “Not entirely kitten. I’m happy because of another reason.” He bent down and placed his mouth right next to my right ear. “You know what I want to hear kitten. But you’re being stubborn, no matter though. I’ll get those words to come out of your pretty little mouth soon enough, along with some others.”

Before I could say anything he leaned down and placed his mouth in the spot where my shoulder and neck met and placed a chastice kiss there.

I flinched at the contact and felt a chill go down my spine. What the hell? My body was way too aware of him. I was way too aware of him. After a moment I stepped back and then became somewhat angry.


Stepping into his space I grabbed his face and brought it down to mine. Looking into his eyes I spoke. And I swore I could see him laughing even if his mouth didn’t move.

“Try me like that again i’ll break your jaw. Let’s get this straight Jinder. You might be champ now and you might have proved me wrong but you’ll never earn my respect. To me you’ll always be a jobber.”

With that I turned my back to him and walked over to my car. I didn’t even pause in my movements. I threw my bag into the passenger seat and hopped in the driver’s seat. I put my baby in reverse and backed out. Throwing it into drive I peeled out the parking garage. Not once did I look back nor see the smile that was on his handsome face.

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‘It’s time to make some choices’


Mo Guan Shan woke up thirsty.

He Tian shooed the nurse from the room, promising to hydrate him.

He Tian handed Mo Guan Shan the glass of water she’d left, watching him take a small sip and put it down on the table next to the bed.

Dark bruises were slowly forming under his eyes.

He looked exhausted.

He Tian wanted to hurt someone.

Before he could so much as open his mouth to speak, Jian Yi knocked lightly on the doorframe.

‘Zhengxi has some questions for you, He Tian.’

‘Can it wait?’


He Tian assured Mo Guan Shan he’d be back as soon as he could and left the room.

Jian Yi took his place next to the bed, fixing the tangle of tubes and wires on the bed.

‘Mo Guan Shan, what the fuck were you thinking?’ He asked quietly.

‘What do you mean?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, surprised by the question.

‘Why would you go outside with him? What good could possibly have come from that?’

Mo Guan Shan looked away.

‘I…I thought if I talked to him I could get him to leave.’

Jian Yi took a deep breath, trying to keep him temper under control.

‘Really? Because your track record of being alone with him is just fucking stellar, right?’

‘No, I mean-’

‘No.’ Jian Yi interrupted.

‘You put yourself in danger, you put Zhengxi’s job at jeopardy because we all know he’ll tell whatever lie he deems necessary to keep this from becoming a real fucking problem and, worst of all, you put He Tian in a situation he can not handle rationally. I don’t know you well, Mo Guan Shan, but I didn’t think you were that fucking stupid. That fucking selfish.’

Mo Guan Shan’s blood ran cold. His heartbeat was the loudest thing in his head as he fought the childish urge to cry.

He didn’t know what he’d expected from this conversation, but it wasn’t this.

‘I didn’t ask for this, Jian Yi. I didn’t ask for He Tian’s help. Or yours. Or Zhengxi’s. You didn’t have to do any of this. You still don’t.’

Jian Yi laughed bitterly.

‘But he did. We did. He Tian clearly cares for you, so we do too, but this is the second time in less than two weeks that we’ve all covered for you and your recklessness. I don’t know about them, but I won’t be doing it again.’

Mo Guan Shan searched for the right response, for any response, but came up empty.

‘Jian Yi.’ Came He Tian’s voice from the hallway.

Mo Guan Shan turned his face away as Jian Yi stood, pushing the chair back, and shoved past He Tian.

He Tian followed him down the hall, nearly running into him when he stopped suddenly.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ He Tian demanded.

‘You’re being fucking stupid, He Tian. This shit between the two of you, it’s not healthy.’

He Tian raised his eyebrows.

‘I thought you’d understand this, considering…’

‘What Zhengxi and I have was born our of years of friendship and patience. Yours popped into existence in an alleyway a fucking week ago. He was hurt. You rescued him, hurting his abuser in the process. Have you considered that, possibly, this has been fueled by adrenaline? Loneliness? Perceived obligation?’

He Tian cocked his head to the side, nostrils flaring.

Fucking brutal.

‘I have, yeah.’ He Tian tried to keep his tone indifferent.

‘This is chaos, He Tian.’

‘I know.’

‘You shouldn’t want a relationship like this. You shouldn’t be so ready to go back to how you used to be.’

‘Shouldn’t I?’ He asked.


‘For fuck’s sake, I don’t HAVE anyone that’s loved me since I was a kid. Even if I still knew anyone I’d met when I was five years old, do you think they’d still be around? In case you haven’t noticed, people don’t seem to like me much once they get to know me.’

‘I do.’

‘You caught me on the tail end of that shit, believe it or not.’

‘You almost fucking died.’

‘It was hardly the first time.’ He Tian spat.

Jian Yi blinked at him in shock.

That’s right, fucker, here’s some devastating news I’ve fastidiously kept from you for years to avoid breaking your heart.


He continued, knowing he was making it worse bin unable to stop himself.

‘I haven’t always been quite this likable and pleasant, you know. Why do you think I never bring anyone to dinner? Never tell you about anyone I bring home? I don’t know anything about them and they don’t know anything about me. I don’t care and neither do they. They like the way I look and I like that they don’t ask questions.’

‘So, what’s different now?’ he demanded.

Jian Yi was on the verge of tears, still reeling from his confession.

He hated it when Jian Yi cried and hated himself for being the reason.

‘I don’t know. Maybe is IS the adrenaline. Or the loneliness. Maybe I’m just going soft, but it feels an awful lot like what you assholes call love. It is chaos. I’m working on that.’

‘I just want you to be happy.’ Jian Yi argued, breath hitching mid sentence.

‘I know you do. Thank you. But your idea of happiness doesn’t exist in my world right now.’

‘You’re going to fuck this up. Everything you have going for you, everything you’ve worked so hard for, you’re going to throw it away on someone you barely fucking know.’

‘You’re not exactly in a position to give me relationship advice.’


That was a low blow.

Too low.

He Tian wished he could snatch the words from the air the second they slipped past his lips.

Jian Yi flushed, quickly wiping away the tears that fell onto his cheeks.

‘Fuck you, He Tian.’ He whispered.

He Tian walked around him, giving him a wide berth, only to be stopped by Zhengxi as he rounded the corner.

‘What’s going on here?’ He demanded, looking past He Tian to where Jian Yi stood, shoulders hunched and shaking with silent sobs.

‘Move.’ He Tian told him.

‘Tell me what’s going on.’ Zhengxi insisted, stopping him with a hand on his chest.

He Tian shoved his hand away.

‘What the fuck is going on?’

‘Are you going to arrest me, Zhengxi?’
‘W-what? No…’

‘Then get the fuck out of my way, and stay away from him.’

Zhengxi held his hands up in passive surrender and watched him go.

He Tian drove back to the apartment, gathering Mo Guan Shan things.

It took three trips and a short struggle with the cat to transfer everything from Jian Yi and Zhengxi’s apartment to his.

He worked quickly, ignoring the tears that blurred his vision.

made his way back to the hospital and to Mo Guan Shan’s room.

Mo Guan Shan stiffened when he entered the room but didn’t look up from his hands in his lap.

He Tian rifled through the cabinets before perching on the edge of the bed.

In a practiced motion, he placed a cotton ball over the needle holding his IV in place and removed it carefully.

He cleaned the area with an alcohol wipe and applied a bandage.

‘What are you doing?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘We’re leaving.’


‘Do you want to stay here?’ He Tian’s voice was much harsher than he’d intended.

Mo Guan Shan shook his head.

‘Then we’re leaving. The hospital can bill me and we’ll pick up your prescriptions later today.’

‘Where are we going?’

‘Back to my place. You’re going to get some rest and I’m going to end this shit. This is never going to happen again, I’m going to make god damn fucking sure of that.’

‘But, I-’

He Tian cut him off, gently taking Mo Guan Shan’s face in his hands.

‘Never. Again.’

Mo Guan Shan hesitated, still a little dazed.

‘Do you trust me?’ He Tian asked.

‘Completely.’ He answered without a beat.

He Tian helped him to his feet and into his jacket.

‘Then let’s go home.’