Xavier Lucifer Joseph

I’ve been meaning to write about a character very close to me. A character who, much to my surprise, is mostly misunderstood. I’m not exaggerating - out of all my readers, maybe one or two have truly grasped the essence of his story the way I intended.

I’m talking about none other than my most treasured male character in my universe - Xavier Lucifer Joseph, or simply, Xav.

When I first created his book, the intention wasn’t just to tell a love story. It was my way of putting forward what I feel about humans, about love, and the strange ways they intertwine. Sure, in my books I always include small notes about where characters come from or what inspired them - but rarely do I spell out their inner workings. I prefer readers to walk alongside them, to uncover their motives and scars as part of the journey.

So, why Xavier? Why does he mean more to me than Jagdish, the epitome of perfection, or Krishna, noble in his own right, or even the many simple and sober men in my universe? The answer is oddly simple - Xavier is real. He’s flawed. And it’s precisely those imperfections that make him my favorite.

Not because he’s a poet. Not because he’s rich, successful, or carrying a sob story. But because he is deeply, achingly human. Yes, Eklavya, Farhan, and others may be equally raw and grounded - but Xavier has something different. He was raised by strong women, shaped in a world of feminine wisdom and resilience. He is Mufasa reimagined - molded by women, and therefore able to understand them with a rare clarity.

He loved Subhadra once - his heart still remembers her and will remember always. But what I admire most is how consciously he chooses not to be consumed by it. Readers often feel bad for Krithika when Xavier’s thoughts wander back to Subhadra. But as a human, I admire his honesty: the ability to admit that love leaves traces, yet to remain fully, fiercely present for his wife. He doesn’t erase his past, he acknowledges it - and still chooses his present. That takes strength.

Most men in our world are shackled by emotional restrictions. They act on impulse, bury their pain, and shy away from vulnerability. Xavier is the opposite. He doesn’t hide his tears from Satya or Krithika. He doesn’t play coy about his love. He admits his flaws, shares his struggles, and trusts his wife with his rawest self. To me, that is profoundly attractive.

Perhaps part of this comes from my personal life too. I’m lucky to have a man who mirrors these qualities - transparent about his past, open with his emotions, unafraid to cry or be silly with me. He’s like that with his mother and sister as well. He doesn’t see tenderness as weakness. That kind of emotional maturity is magnetic - and Xavier embodies it too.

Though my husband doesn’t need a tragic backstory to be compelling. His life wasn’t marked by devastation. He had crushes, he had infatuations, and he’s open enough to talk about them without guilt or pretense. That openness doesn’t wound me - it deepens our bond. Each story adds another layer to who he is today.

(A small bonus point? My husband used to be a poet too. I mean he still is a poet but life's got its way and he is unable to write much. Maybe that’s another secret reason Xavier resonates so deeply with me.)

Now, I know not everyone shares my view. Some readers pity Xavier for his struggles. Others love him only because he’s described as devastatingly handsome (and yes, in my universe, he tops the “handsome-sexy” list). And then there are those who hate him - who call him unfaithful simply because he remembers his ex. Honestly, I’ll never understand that rage as real life is not at all a fairy tale, fiction lies in a fictional world.

Because here’s the truth: Xavier never indulges in “what ifs.” He never imagines life with Subhadra if things had been different. He remembers her, yes - but only as part of his past. His present and his future are clear, sharp, and unwavering: Krithika. His wife. His life. His home.

And that’s why I believe Xavier and Krithika are perfect for each other. They understand one another at depths no one else could. That, to me, is the essence of love - not perfection, not drama, but mutual trust, respect, and the ability to feel at home in one another’s arms.

So for those who pity him - don't.
For those who hate him - well, I tried to show you another angle, the rest is up to you. And for those who feel sorry for Krithika - please don’t. She’s happy. She has a partner who loves her fully, flaws and all.

That’s all I wanted to share today.

And a little note: my father is still unwell, in and out of the hospital. It’s been keeping me occupied, which means I haven’t been able to write with the focus I’d like. I’m sorry for the delay in updates, and I hope you’ll forgive your ever-chaotic author.

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14th Oct 2025
Suganthi Lakshminarayanan.