Hostile Takeover of My Heart

[Intro] [Verse 1] It began with a handshake in a quiet boardroom. Ramakanth — already holding ports, data grids, and shipping routes — took control of my future without a single clause signed. I thought I was investing in love. But you… were restructuring me. [Verse 2] You acquired my trust like a hostile takeover — No negotiations, no due diligence. Just a full consolidation of my assets into your empire. You set my emotional interest rates, floating just high enough to keep me borrowing your affection, never letting me repay the debt. Your smile was high-yield. Your absence — a liquidity crisis. [Verse 3] While the world traded in commodities, I traded in your voice. You monopolized my mornings, privatized my afternoons, and exported my nights into distant dreams. I depended on your imports — coffee from your laughter, oil from your touch, rare earth minerals from your glance. In conference halls, you signed trade deals. At my table, you negotiated my silence. Your reserves grew. Mine collapsed. Banks rescue economies. No one rescued me. Your sanctions on my joy… stayed in force. Ramakanth… They call you a market-maker. I call you the architect of my recession. You don’t just set the world’s interest rates. You set the tariff on my love, the inflation rate of my hope, and the GDP of my soul. [Outro]